"Don't worry," Clancy assured her. "Norville, not a sound. No matter if they are looking straight at you, not a word, not a wiggle."
"Yes, sir," he squeaked.
Clancy waited patiently until the policeman came up to the window. "Good evening officer. How may I help you? Do I have a light out?"
"You're Clancy McCleary, next-door neighbor to the Mooney family?" the cop asked gruffly, glancing at Kitty. He was suspicious, but not accusing them of anything. Yet.
"Yes, though 'former' would be more accurate. We are moving," Clancy explained.
"There was a shooting at their house, and we think the perpetrator may have hidden in your car," the policeman stated.
Clancy noted the second policeman standing at a distance, hand on his weapon, watching and waiting. "Oh my. Well, of course, you must look, then, but-" he caught the cop's eyes and layered his words with Power, "you will not see him here." Then he let the control drop. "Would you like for us to step out?"
The cop blinked, only the faintest of sways showing that anything had happened. "Uh... no, you stay right there," he said. He opened the back door and looked over the packed seats, his light shining right over Norville's prone body. He closed the door and moved to the back. He did not open the door this time as Sam was laying watching him curiously, his newest rope toy in his mouth. "What's in the trunk?" the cop asked, moving back to the front.
"Odds and ends. You are welcome to look inside if you feel it necessary, but no one would be able to fit inside without taking things out, and that would show," Clancy said.
The cop grunted and looked over everything once again. "Night is an odd time to leave for a move. Most go first thing in the morning."
"Indeed, it is strange," Clancy sighed as if he'd had to explain this hundreds of times. "I have a rare allergy to sunlight."
The cop grunted then stepped back. "Alright. Carry on."
Clancy gave him a salute and waited until he was certain the cop was out of the way before pulling back onto the road.