The woman rolled her eyes and dug in her pocket for cigarettes before she answered. "She's talking about the trucks," she explained with the cigarette bobbing between her lips, and gestured with a finger pointed towards the road that ran between the park and Western Pneumatics, following it along and towards the south. "Headlights. At least six of 'em, all in a line, just rolling out like it was business hours and driving away in the middle of the night. Went away from the city, out to the boonies, I guess. One of them musta had a leaky paint can because you can see it in the dirt, like a goddamn snail trail."