Jason used the light to carefully throw a pile of files on the seat of his truck, then looked at Hatty, who was getting ready to call it a night as well. "Late night," said Jason, nodding at the football lights. "Cheerleading practice," answered Hatty. Checking her watch, she added, "Should be through in a few hours." Then she shivered, and Jason could tell that she was still rattled from their experience at Doc Peabody's. "You going to be all right?" he asked. "What's going on here, Sheriff?" she asked by way of an answer. "I don't know," said Jason truthfully. Then he glanced at the numerous files on his seat. "But I'm going to find out." Hatty got in her car. "I hope you do, Sheriff. But any answer you find...I doubt you'll get it from your case files." Jason didn't want to share with her his own silent conviction of the same idea as true, so instead said merely, "We do what we can." Hatty nodded and drove off.
