Mr. and Mrs. Sommers and Officer Paul Bryant
"This salad is delicious, Irene," Bryant said, stuffing his face with Irene's salad. Irene had finished her food, while Dewey was still eating part of his sandwich. The awkwardness of the conversation about Dewey's father had faded and the three of them were back to having a decent time.
"Thanks, Paul!" Irene replied, "I had already made some, so I just added a bit more."
"How come you already had some ready?" Officer Bryant asked. Irene glanced at Dewey quickly before turning back to Bryant.
"We had some last night!" Irene lied, "I decided to make a larger dinner last night."
"Any special occasion?" Bryant said.
There was a pause before Dewey spoke, "There was no reason really. I was just hungry after a day of farm tasks."
"Farm tasks?" Officer Bryant asked. By the weird hesitations and odd body movements, Officer Bryant completely tell something was off. Bryant trusted Dewey with all his heart and mind, but somehow he had the feeling that something was happening. And not just something, something illegal.
"Grooming Dolly, feeding the chickens and cleaning the coop, picking flowers," Irene said, "Basically what we do everyday, but something about yesterday was so hunger-inducing."
"Really?" Bryant said, setting his fork down, "You cleaned up the chicken coop yesterday?"
"A little!" Irene exclaimed a little too loud, "Yes, it's looking nice."
"Well, then," Officer Bryant said with a little smile, "I'd like to see the chickens and their coop, if you don't mind."
"We'd be happy to show you it, Paul," Dewey said, "How about you, Irene, run ahead of us and make sure it's how we left it?"
"I can do th-" Irene started, but Officer Bryant cut her off.
"No, that's fine," Officer Bryant said, "I'd like to see it as it is."
Dewey nodded and Irene pulled out his wheel chair out from under the table. A thousand possible ways to try to get out of this situation ran through both of their heads, but none of them would work. They needed to find someway to get Officer Bryant away from the chicken coop, because they both knew he would see the tire tracks leading up to the barn, and neither of those tracks matched Irene's car.
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