The sun was starting to set as a police car drove into a dusty parking lot of a gas station. The lights flickered as it looked like the station hadn’t been maintained for a decade.

The police car opened and out stepped two officers who coughed as the wind blew dirt into their faces.

Police Officer 1: Damn it, I hate coming here.

Police Officer 2: *Cough cough cough*

To meet them as they blew past the slow little dust storm were a group of people leaning against the gas station. Their skin dry and tanned from the sun, silent as they stared at the Officers.

The police officers walked past them as they entered the station itself, the florescent lights blinding them temporarily. Clearing up as the station attendant looked right at them, also silent.

Police Officer 1: Good evening Kyle *Cough*, ever gonna clean up this place?

Kyle, the Station attendant put on the facade of a smile.

Kyle: Do you have a big enough broom to clean up this desert?

Police Officer 1: Funny. Real funny.

Kyle: What can I do for you officers?

Police Officer 2: We have a warrant for bringing in one of your tribesman for questioning.

Kyle: Straight to the point, who is it do you need to see?

Police Officer 1: Lanolin, she was seen at a crime scene recently.

The gas station attendant stood silent for a bit before putting on the facade again.

Kyle: Haven’t seen her since last week, is she a suspect?

Police Officer 1: Ye-

Police Officer 2 *Interrupting*: We just want to ask her a few questions.

Kyle: Just questions?

Police Officer 2: Yes, just questions.

The first police officer looks annoyed but doesn’t contradict his partner, adjusting his shirt collar as he tries to calm down. The gas station attendant is quick to notice the behavior.

[b]Kyle: Her mother was here recently as of today. She was planning for Lanolin’s 16th birthday. They were going out of town to celebrate.

Police Officer 1: Not much here to celebrate with in your shitty territ