Date: 2020-05-31 06:29 pm (UTC)
memento_corazon: (Srs srs srs srs grumpy mode)
I don't mind talking to her. It shouldn't be a problem. We're just doing a quick interview. [Law pauses. Should be is nice, but it doesn't always work out as it should.] But we're had a lot of easy situations become problems. [Conspiracy theorists can be erratic, even when they think someone is on their side.

Law makes a couple notes in his phone, and then gets back to taking in the countryside as they travel.

Something really hits him as they go further down the road, closer to the town in question. He can't put his finger on it at first, it's a hard to pin down what's pulling his attention. But then it hits, after Rosinante makes a turn.

It's perfect out here. There's no old tractors, no rotting barns, no abandoned buildings, none of the usual rough rusty piled up scrap that usually hits an area like this. It looks like it was taken right out of a country homemaking magazine, down to the little white flowers in the tall grass.

It's nothing that odd on it's own. But usually small low income rural areas tend to not be this meticulously maintained. And entirely clean looking for the great outdoors.]
Hey, Rosinante-ya? When did you last see an animal? [He might have just missed something. But in the past, he's seen that areas that seem too good to be true usually are.]
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