Boyd watches Mr. Piercy and his dog walk away from him. "What do you think, Grace?"
"I think he's telling the truth. I don't see him as our suspect. He wasn't returning to the scene of the crime or the dump site. He doesn't fit the profile I don't think." Grace says thinking carefully.
"I think he's telling the truth too. I still want a background check done on him. I want to know everything about him. Mr. Piercy and all the squatters all need background checks. We need information and quickly." Boyd seems tired.
"We are not going to get a lot more information tonight. It's late and nothing is going to work in this case if we're all exhausted. We all need to go home and sleep and get back to work tomorrow." Grace tries to persuade Boyd to relax.
"I'm not even thinking clearly right now. You're right, Grace. I need to go home. Do you need a ride home?" Boyd asks as he and Grace walks towards his car.
"Yes, please. My car is in the shop again. Spence picked me up on his way to the crime scene." Grace knows she probably needs a new car, but she can't imagine getting rid of it.
"No problem, Grace. Do you have anything in Spence's car you need before we can head out?" Boyd asks Grace.
"No, my regular shoes are in my giant handbag. We can go right now." Grace collapses her umbrella down as they reach the car. Boyd pops the trunk and he and Grace sit on the lip to take their willies off and put their regular shoes on.
"Just put your boots on the plastic in the boot, Grace." Boyd says as he stands up.