"A missing man and a stray horse." Says police officer Rick as Dave is loaded onto a trailer. "I cant imagine how these things could be related."
He looks around at the hectic scene. Terry, the college girl part-timer from the local Humane Society leads the stray horse. Her boyfriend Mal worked for the HS full time and is holding the doors open, ready to close them when Dave got loaded. Detective Crews is going through the car. Rick's patrol partner is directing traffic - really just keeping everyone moving on the country road. The detective has an intern looking under the car for anything, taking pictures.
The intern's ass is in the air and Rick pauses to stare.
Crews turns and sees his lackey's position (Rick's heart skips a beat, almost getting caught, but he smoothly keeps turning his head). "Casey, get up!"
"What?" She leans up and kneels where she is. A quizzical and alert face meets the detective.
"You should lay down all the way, don't stick your butt up like that." Casey started to say something - "I hope you aren't going to tell me that you don;t want to get dirty." He washes her with scorn as he reminds her. She had heard Crews threw mud at the last intern who didn't just deal with the dirt. He also had good methods cemented for cleaning clothes which he passed on to employees, so the hazing worked out.
The trailer doors shut, Mal locking them up. He walks over to the driver's side door, "You set in there?"
Terry replies, "all secured."
Mal gets out the key and unlocks the trailer's side door to let her out. "This guy is real tame."
"I bet if we start calling the farms around here someone will recognize him. He has to be trained - but he's kinda old."
"Officer, we're good to go," comments Mal to Rick.
"Sure." He turns to his partner - "Hey Tom! Could you stop them for the trailer?"
The scene is wrapping up and traffic is waning as the backup subsides and the rush hours end.