"Corrigan's reply was interrupted by someone crawling up behind him. He turned his head and saw that a police woman named Rhonda Jenkins was wriggling... her way toward him."Any sign of the woman?" she asked when she reached him.Corrigan blinked at the question and then cursed himself for being so stupid. The woman of course, Sharon Carter, the whole object of this search. Where the hell was she? He and the captain had been so occupied with the fate of Ricky Carter, they had completely forgotten. ‘Colleen, excuse us for a moment while I speak to this young man outside.’ He stood up and waited for me to follow him. Once we were out in the parking lot where no one could hear us he spun around. I gauged him to be about my height of six foot. His shoulders were broad and it didn’t look to be an ounce of fat on him. His face was what women would think of as ruggedly handsome and showed the lines from years of working outdoors in the sun. His eyes were dark brown and almost piercing as they. "Much better," Tiffany said to Darlene before turning back to her conversation with Henry.Misty and Janet also noticed the change and smiled reassuringly at Darlene. Denise was very much aware of the tension regarding Darlene while everyone was upstairs, but now that Darlene appeared calm and collected, the tension had dissipated like morning fog when the Sun comes out. She looked in wonder at the collection of people seated with her. She somehow knew that they had all participated in some form. He’d taken the axle out of some vehicle and welded a frame to it. The frame was sort of shaped like a triangle and had a ramp on it, with a really long super big bicycle looking chain that went around an exposed gear on the axle. This chain had five inch hooks on it every so often. When it was finished, it was supposed to hook onto the side of the hay trailer and roll along next to it. The tractor could be steered to scoop up a hay bale, and the hooks on the chain would drag the hay bale up the.