"All yours," Gus waved a hand, very glad when lunch arrived. He was famished, and comfort food from Al's was just what he needed right now. Gus had a few fries and took a bite of the humongous burger before he continued with his own train of thought.
"No, it's not even as quiet as it was when I showed up two years ago," he agreed, "You know what has me worried, Grace?" Gus gestured at the closed folder, "Goddamn drugs. Places like this you get the odd grower, you get some jerk from the city carting in party drugs, but this sort of thing? This is hard. Someone meant business, and they sent a message."
He ate a bit more, wiping the corner of his mouth and shaking his head.
"You're right, though. Fane has to know more than she's letting on," he said, "Tell you what. I'll pull what we have on her if you question her. Pardon my language, Grace, but that woman was about ready to rip my dick off. She might be more inclined to talk to you."
Isabel Fane had been in town ten years, and he knew she'd come out here from L.A. Now he had an awful feeling that all of this was going to tie together, and his sleepy little town was going to wind up having some sort of meth superlab hidden away in a farmhouse.