I closed the front door slowly, cocking my head to one side to listen. I heard him knock softly, then the familiar creak as he opened the bedroom door... Then their hushed tones, but there was no way I'd be able to make out any actual words.I would go back to the sofa, slump in front of the TV. If he didn't come back down in three or four minutes, it would obviously mean she had accepted his advances.Suddenly, the air was filled with the sound of a high-pitched shout. "No! Get off me!". " Yeah, about that," the Chief asked with a serious look. "How old are you anyway?" Old enough to understand justice!" She replied with a salute."Yeah but seriously, you look like you're elev...." Hey, hey, hey," the small blonde cried, waving her hands. "Haven't you heard it's wrong to question a girl’s age. Now I must be off to save these people." And with a small leap the girl flew her way to the roof. Perhaps it was best to leave that line of questioning, the Chief thought, especially since. "What, uh ... What for?" Hansen asked."Covering up the murder of Barbara Welch," Tina looked at the deputy. "Where's your keys?" Keys? Oh! Yeah, um ... Here..." Deputy Hansen started moving slowly out from behind the dispatch desk where he'd spent most of the day. "We only got two holding cells, uh..." All I need is one, Deputy," Tina said. "Let's go." Maybe I should call..." Hansen looked at the radio and frowned. "Does the Sheriff know about this?" Not yet," Tina said humorlessly. "Is anyone. Without my askingshe informed me that her husband, Dr. Robert Raspberry wouldn't be home ashe'd been called in to handle an emergency somewhere. "He and my father have something in common then," I replied. "Oh, is your father a doctor too?" she asked. "No," I laughed. "But his first name is Robert too." With that she brokeout in laughter herself. "Darla honey, your charming friend John is waiting for you." I blushedat her comment. At last Darla descended the stairs and I noticed something.