The SUV from the sheriff's department pulled to a stop near Mike's. Mike had moved his away from the house after we finished in the night. He didn't want to be closer than he needed to be. The deputy's door swung open and he stepped out. He seemed to scan the area, getting a feel for things. Then he said, "Did one of you call about a dead body?"
Mike and my sister were still sleeping in Mike's SUV. After he moved it, the two of them formed a pile in the back seat, covered themselves with their coats and a blanket, and hadn't made a peep since.