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>For a while there was a silence in the car.
>Your colleague was still on his phone.
>The detective put his hat on his face and pretended to sleep on the back seat.
>And you were just sitting there thinging about any potential hooks of what might have occured.
>Psychic carjacking?
>The driver would have left something you could have followed.
>Mind control kidnapping from one car to another?
>His family was affluent, so maybe.
>Then again, the dogs picked up no scent.
>And the car would have needed to be pushed at a high velocity into something to be turned into a burning pretzel.
>Unless acrobatics were involved, but that was stretching the boundaries of believability.
>"Stretching boundaries of believability," oh the irony...
>You started to bounce ideas between you and the detective.
>Each time he had an idea, you would turn it down, and vice versa.
>After a while your theory was that the stench of chemicals was hiding the smell from the dogs.
>It did make some amount of sense.
>Another theory was that ghost types might have been involved, or maybe a Hoopa.
>Still not enough evidence to constitute a breakthrough in this case.
>You were about to suggest returning to the station and waiting for some more developments from the other teams as your colleague suddenly left the car with his mask.
>"What are you doing?" you asked him.
>"Checking something," he said while holding out his phone in the direction of the ditch.
>He was doing something on the phone and switching his sight between it and the ditch.
>"I think I found something. Get out so you can better see it," he said,
>You and the detective put on the masks and stepped outside.
>"There was a tree there," said your colleague while pointing at the ditch.
>"I compared the location with Google Street View," he said.
>"Are you sure it wasn't cut down at some point?" asked the detective.
>"Well then the roots would have stayed behind," he replied.