"Why are we being held back? We are the police, and local. It's a right to privacy that we can be here!" the old man yelled, the tall man with a slight belly just continued on his work only turning back to answer the man with a kindly warning to leave. He did in the end, and the researcher named richard went on with his work. Trying to map out what happpened ten years ago, and why the town was so desperate to keep this one secret.
"Richard, why is the man so angry!" the director yellled. She was a pretty petite women with a wide tange of footwear that she liked to boast about. This was the favored technique to get on her good side. However, rochard never partook in this and was her target majority of the time,
"No reason, just a angry man. They do exist. It tends to happen when your investigating a sore area or a guilty mind." Richard walked away, off to measure another aspect of the towns situation. He was a true researcher, reporter and scientist. Admired by all who cared for perfection. HIs major flaw was the tragic lack of sympathy.
The little director just shook her head, that was all she could do since he was one of very few researchers that braved spontanoues blood loss with a cool head. She simply let it go, and mentally figured out how many beers it would take to get the men in the town to cough up the big secret.
