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//18372 Whitethorne Road: 01:34 AM//

Robert Delaney pulled into the driveway and parked behind Alex’s car. The only fire equipment on the scene now was the Battalion Chief’s vehicle, an engine, and one of the support trucks. Everyone else had been returned to quarters. Delaney got out and ambled up to the

“What do we have, Sarge?” Delaney asked, looking at the cordoned off area of ground. This was the most intresting thing out here.

“Cheif Roberts,” Alex began looking at the Cheif. “Thinks that Samantha and Heather were here...”

“I’m listening,” Delany said. He didn’t sound too sure of this possible development. Chief Roberts pulled the tarp out from under the tape line. Alex’s idea had worked; the combonation of covering the footprints and pointing halagen lights at the area had firmed up the ground and would make it easier to pull plaster prints.

“I noticed them after we had arrived on the scene,” Roberts said.

“I’ll get the plaster...” Delaney said. “I had wondered why you’d called me out here, Sarge...”