Now he'd have to duck their questions while trying to ask his own. It was a brand new situation he found himself in: trying to interview people one minute, dodging interviews himself the next. He'd spoken with the girls' parents soon after the Sheriff had told them the news, finding out about her and her life. In Burgess she'd been the toast of the town, but they knew little of her life beyond, of the short time she'd spent in LA. Her apartment in LA was cordoned off and the residents were interviewed. They spoke of a happy and bright girl, always smiling, beautiful, confident, and ambitious. She'd gone to LA to further her career, to try to make it big, and had been working at a local bar to try to fill the gaps between auditions. It was a couple of weeks before any of the residents realized she was missing. The ones that knew her, that had become her friends, assumed she'd gone home to spend time with her parents. By the time her parents came to check on her, she was already long dead, her body rotting at the muddied bottom of a rapidly drying river.
