[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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Harry continued his note taking with a bored vigor. After all, that was the only thing for him to do other than let his mind drift onto completely unrelated topics; the last thing he'd want to do when it came to gathering evidence for his current case. [list][*]More teenage flirting (be sure to avoid accidentally sitting in on a pre-marital fling)
[*]Admittance to heavy cannabis use
[*]Uninspired Scooby-Doo references (isn't that too old for them to be using? Then again there were those awful movies a few years ago)
[*]Using a dog to try tracking down Riley? (probably not the right kind of dog for that)
[*]What's that smell?[/list]

Wait. What [i]was[/i] that smell? It was as if the entire forest had passed gas without a sound. Harry put away his pen and phone and looked up, deeper into the forest. Smoke. Smoke meant fire. A wildfire? Perhaps. But a wildfire didn't smell of sulfur. The part of his mind in charge of keeping him intact said to not go towards the smoke, but his intuition told him something important was in that direction. The kids weren't really that high on his priority list. He could afford to leave them behind. Notebook still in hand, and set off in the direction of the sulfurous smell.