"Alright. Well, Dylan, I need to ask you something. And I think that it might be best for you to sit down" he motioned to the table and chairs.
"Uh, yeah, sure" Dylan replied as they sat down "So, what do I owe this to?"
"You were friends with Bradley Martin, correct?" Alex dove right into asking and watched as Dylan's face lost a little bit of color. Dylan's eyes shifted as he nodded his head.
"Yeah, we were friends. How come?"
"We found her body. It was fresh when we found it, Dylan. Meaning she hasn't been dead as long as we all originally thought."
Dylan shook his head in disbelief "So, you think I know something?"
"I think you may know something, Dylan. I am not accusing you or Norman or anyone. I just need to know why a girl who was suppose to be dead last year is just found and why her body is fresh. Dylan, please."
Dylan frowned as he looked away for a brief moment. "Yes, Norman and I both know something. Bradley was in trouble, Sheriff. We got together and formed a plan to fake her death. I drove her personally to the bus stop and watched as the bus drove away with her on it. I-I didn't even know she was back in town. I swear."
"I believe you, Dylan. Do you know anyone that would want to harm her? Considering the man who first wanted her dead is well, dead."
"No" Dylan replied as he felt his stomach sink. "Could Norman have known?" he asked himself.
"If you hear anything, Dylan . . . anything at all. Contact me." Alex stood up and headed to the door.
"Hey . . . Norman may know something. Just let my mom or me ask him though. It is very sensitive."
"Your mother is actually going to speak with him. Thanks, Dylan."
Norma went to the motel and was thrilled to see Norman in the office of the motel.
"Hey sweetie!" she shrieked as she wrapped her arms around him.
Norman reluctantly hugged her back as he asked her where she had been.
"Well, honey . . . I have just been out trying to relax a bit. I've been having nightmares. Nothing to get worried about. However, Norman, we need to talk. Okay?"
"Okay, mother. What about? If not the nightmares and your excuse for being gone, then what?"
"Norman, go sit down" she said as flipped the open sign to closed. "This is going to be hard for me to say but Norman? Remember Bradley Martin? She was found dead not to long ago. Did you know that she was back in town?"
Norman hesitantly nodded his head 'yes'.
"When?"
"A few days ago, mother."
"Were you with her at all?"
"I was."
Norma stared at Norman in disbelief. "Norman! You cannot keep these kinds of secrets. When was the last time you saw her?"
"A few nights ago. She decided to leave and asked me to go with her, I said no at first but we got in the car and then I woke up back her. And my secrets, mother? What of your secrets?"
Norma raised her voice "Norman! I am not keeping anything from you, but this? This is . . . insane, Norman!"
"How so? That I changed my mind and came back here?"
"Oh my God . . . Norman. Just . . . just stay here. Okay?" Norma stood up turned the sign back to open and walked out to her car. She got in, started the car up and headed to Alex's house. She knew that it was stupid to cry while driving but she could not help it. Norman had something to do with Bradley's death and she knew it to be true. Could she tell Alex? Should she? She turned into his driveway and saw his car was back from speaking with Dylan. As best as she could she wiped her eyes, slowly walked to the door as she considered her options and knocked.
Alex opened the door smiling as he said "We really need to get you a key to this place, huh? N-norma? Have you been crying?" he softly grasped her arm and brought her inside. "What happened, Norma?"
"This is it" Norma thought as her brain went on overload. "I need to tell him".
"Norma? Did you talk to Norman?" He wiped her face and softly kissed her forehead.
"I did" Norma softly whispered.
"And? What did he say?" Alex pried.
"He . . . he didn't even know she was back in town".