"Is this where she was before it all happened?"

I asked the sheriff. He didn't seem to be much help, just shrugging and sighing at each and every question I had for him. It made it so difficult when I was the only one who seemed to care about solving the case. I knew they didn't want me here, I was getting in the way of them effectively ignoring the situation, but I was FBI, and I wasn't leaving until the job was done. One of the cops gave me a piece of paper with a name and address on it, so after I finished casing the secondary scene of the crime, I made my way over there. It was a little far out from the reserve, but I didn't question it. I climbed out of my truck and made my way to the front door, knocking firmly.