Meet Lydia...


     “Why in the world would a law enforcement office not have been tracking their phone calls only a few years ago?  It’s not like they were using rotary telephones back then.  That’s just the most ridiculous lie I’ve ever heard.  Are they trying to cover your brother’s ass, too, or just theirs?” Steph marveled.  She looked up at Lydia quickly, not sure how the woman would react to her swearing.  “Uh… Sorry, I mean butt.”
     Maybe it was Stephanie’s awkward self-correction, but Lydia’s frown wavered for a second before returning.  “That’s probably a good guess,” Lydia said sarcastically.  “When I called them, they were all ready to find the report for me.  It wasn’t until I told them what it was about and mentioned Walt’s name that they clammed up and started saying they didn’t have logs dating that far back.”
     “Wow,” Steph murmured, shaking her head at the thought.
     “After they told me that load of crap, I asked why they’d call the small, speck-of-a-town volunteer fire department to handle a complaint of a gas smell.  Why wouldn’t they have just called the utility department immediately?”
     “What’d they say?”
     “He just kept trying to tell me that, since there were no logs, he couldn’t verify what happened, but he was sure they would have sent out the utility department, so he was also sure that I was mistaken.”
     Steph couldn’t help but laugh at how horrible these cops were at lying, and how absurd it was that they were getting away with it.
“So, of course, that explains why your brother and his radon detector were what showed up on the doorstep after she called it in…”
     Lydia pointed at Steph, “You hit the nail on the head, hon!  So, being I knew I’d been lied to, and since I’d learned I couldn’t trust my brother or anyone else in town, I called the larger fire department in the county seat.  I wanted to get a second opinion, so to speak.  I asked them what a natural gas detector looked like and if this pipsqueak town’s volunteer department would even have one, let alone know how to use it.  The person I talked to basically laughed me off the phone.  He said that in a town of over thirty-five thousand people, they didn’t even have one of their own.  It’s apparently very expensive and not very effective.  If his town didn’t have one, there’s no way a town with a population of five hundred would.  This guy over at the other department told me the sheriff definitely would have called the utility company and they definitely would not have dispatched a fire crew.  When I said again that the volunteer fire department chief was who showed up, not the utility company, he said there’s no way that could be right, and to have the Sheriff’s Department double-check their call logs and dispatch records.”
     “Wow!”  Steph repeated, louder this time.  A couple of women Steph hadn’t noticed come in were sitting at a nearby table and shot her a dirty look.  Steph brushed it off and focused on Lydia, “Are you serious?”

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