The Smoker: "She was a looker alright. Young, feminine and confident, maybe over-confident, maybe a little too worldly for her own good. I know the type well. In the photos she's dressed in high fashion and low necklines...no inhibitions...just a rich Dad who can afford a private dick like me when one day she just vanished into thin air.
The only lead I had I was this address in the country that I fished out of her waste basket. It's not much to go on but it's a place to start. That's it, that farm up ahead."
"You haven't seen this girl around here, have you? She hasn't done anything wrong, I just want to talk to her. No? But you didn't look at the picture..Here, take a look!"
"I shot a quick look inside and there was somebody inside bowed over a table counting something in the darkness. Why's the house so dark in the middle of the day? "
"Hey, uh..you don't think I could use your phone do you? Just a local call. I'll just go in and...."
"OK, I'll be seeing you! Have a good day and all that! I know you have to get back to your farming!"
"What the...!? Somebody's on the road! Get outta the way, ya......"