"Ok, next time, you can do the digging," Faith moaned as she slumped into the passenger seat of the truck. She spread her arms widely, one hanging out of the open window, the other drooping over the back of her chair. She breathed out a deep sigh and rolled her head backwards. Looking at Alex she waited for his usual dry-wit response.
"Alex?" She paused for a moment, "What is it?" Following his gaze, Faith saw a newspaper in his hands. The obituary reads "Shoemaker, Steven" and goes on to talk about his death in fairly obscure tones. She took the paper from him and skimmed through it, handing it back when she'd finished. "So what, you reckon this Shoemaker guy got on the wrong end of a who-dun-it?"
"I don't know, maybe. Best check it out anyway." Alex clipped his seat belt up and turned the key in the ignition. He turned to Faith and gave her a worried stare. Leaning back over his chair and turning his head, he shifted the gearstick into reverse. Easing his foot onto the pedal the truck slowly rolled onto the main road again.
