You follow them

You hold the police officer's gaze for a moment, noting her nervousness and the flush on her neck. You're not sure exactly what her intentions are, but you certainly don't intend to leave Cindy alone with her. Giving a brief nod, you get on your bike and kick it to life then follow the cruiser down the highway.

She turns off a sideroad a short time later and then makes another turn down a country lane. After less than a mile the cruiser turns into a driveway and pulls up in front of a trailer. You roll the bike onto it's stand and look around. A weather beaten farmhouse stands a few dozen yards away, it's porch sagging with age. It looks decayed, but you can see lights on in two windows, so it doesn't appear abandoned.

The trailer you're parked beside is an older single wide model that has seen better days but looks well maintained. As you've been looking about, Constable Cobb has brought Cindy out of the cruiser, and holding her by one arm is guiding her towards the door of the trailer. The girl looks at you with excited eyes that hold a hint of fear, but she gives you a trembling smile. Constable Cobb looks at you and gives a nod of her head towards the trailer, a flush still glowing on her throat.

You step towards them, following them into the trailer. It's immaculate inside, with not a trace of clutter. You follow them as the cop guides a whimpering Cindy to the back of the trailer and pushes her down on a massive king size bed that takes up almost every inch of floor space.

"Lay there and wait," Constable Cobb says to her. "The Dean and I are going to talk."