I refuse to leave a story unfinished!! OK, so I’m sorry for the sudden, unexplained disappearance everybody. Honestly, I was just having a case of what I like to describe as “smalltownitis” and “moodyteen syndrome”. 
Basically I was just having a phase where I felt not necessarily depressed, just very withdrawn. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone at school, at home or even online. Therefore I lost a lot of motivation and nothing I attempted to write felt good enough. I gave up for at least a week, and it was hard picking up the pen to get back it, but I did! Not my best chapter but I’m glad I made my return to this story and hopefully you guys will still be wanting to read. 
If you are, we left off at the point where Sally just discovered that Lightning went to Italy to try and find her. One of the biggest questions is about to be answered. 
Chapter Thirteen – “Bloccato” (Locked)
Sally’s heart stopped mid-beat. Her lips fell away limply from the metal fuel can. Flo had left to serve another customer, but her words hung ominously in the air. Lightning had followed her to Italy.
How was that possible? Unless he had arrived after her swift departure… But that left a loophole; he had been home when she got back. Or had he?
Something just wasn’t right, it wasn’t calculating in her mind. There was a missing piece to this rollercoaster of events. It was unfathomable to her where the twist lay hidden but she didn’t mind. All she could think was that there was still a glimmer of hope for Lightning and her.
“Afternoon, Sally.”
Her eyes jerked upwards to find a car gazing at her. “Oh! Sheriff, hello,” she smiled tightly at the elder car.
“Would you be able to help me out at court today?” he asked in a dutiful tone.
“Uh, yes, I suppose. What is it?”
“Just a minor case,” he informed her, “I’d like to run a polygraph though, and we need the presence of a lawyer.”
“You mean… like a lie detector test?”
He answered flatly, “Yes.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said nervously, “I’ve never actually worked the machine. I didn’t even know we had one!”
“I think you can handle it. Doc and I used to haul it out on occasion. It’s a two-car job; I’ll need your help.”
She mulled the idea for a moment. “Alright, when do you need me?”
Sheriff smiled appreciatively, “Well, I got some help setting it up already, so half an hour fine with you?”
“Sure, I’ll be there.”
The time flew by, and somehow she managed to be just a tad late as normal. Sally rushed to the courtroom, swinging open the heavy doors in a fluster. She let out a soft gasp as she set sight on the group waiting inside.
The room was empty except for four other cars. Straight ahead she saw Sheriff with the polygraph just behind him. On the right was one of the twins, Tia she guessed based on the neon paintjob. Beside Tia was a delinquent, DJ she thought she’d heard him be called. And over to the left was Lightning, his eyes staring her down like she was the most heartless thing he’d ever seen.
She swallowed hard and made her drive of shame to the front. She already had a good idea where this situation was going; it didn’t take years of law school to figure that much out.
Sally parked over by the polygraph and nodded for Sheriff to begin.
“Tia Myers and Devin Johnson,” he announced clearly, “You two are facing charges from Lightning McQueen for break and enter. He also holds evidence that you were at fault for damage to his stereo and destruction to his living room. Do you accept guilt for these accusations?”
“Hell no! We didn’t do any of that!” DJ spat rudely. Tia shook her hood in agreement with him.
“Then you’ll be OK with taking a quick polygraph test?” Sheriff demanded.
DJ chortled, “A what?”
“Hook them up please, Sally.” Sheriff paused, “Sally?”
She broke from a trance. “Oh, yes!”
She attached wires carefully to the underside of both the suspects. She moved back behind the machine and watched as the needles started moving. Her heart raced with anticipation as she waited for Sheriff to begin questioning.
“Tia, where were you during this time yesterday?” Sheriff pressed.
Tia shifted on her tires and stole a glance at DJ. “I was at work,” she responded quickly.
Sally studied the reeling paper. Tia’s needle began sliding across it while DJ’s remained unchanged. Sheriff looked over at her expectantly.
“No,” Sally said quietly, “She wasn’t.”
He nodded and continued on, “What about you Mr. Johnson?”
“I was out hanging with my crew in Tailfin Pass.”
The other needle took suit and scribbled faster as well.
Sally gulped and told Sheriff, “No.”
He grumbled, “Tia! What time were you working until?”
“F-five.”
Her needle raced quicker. Sally shook her hood and reported hoarsely, “No…”
DJ rolled his eyes but Tia’s oil pressure sent the needle jumping more and more. She tore away from the wire and wailed, “Oh, damn it! Just tell them!”
DJ shot his girlfriend an unimpressed and irritated look. Then he grunted, “OK, fine. Yesterday I beat the gang to a race out in that old, junky racetrack. You know the one, in Ornament Valley? Anyway, I took my girl out to celebrate and turns out, “he gestured to Lightning, “his place was unlocked in the back. We snuck in and fooled around, that’s it. We didn’t take anything!”
“That’s all I needed to know. Hit the power, Sally,” Sheriff ordered.
She cut the electricity to the machine and unwillingly dragged her vision back up. His eyes were already locked on her.
Maybe not the most believable scenario but I think if you can use your imagination and envision a carsified lie detector test then it makes sense. :smiley: So, that's who was behind the drama in the McQueen household. :wink: By the way, DJ has always been my favourite DRH, that's why I picked him. :sunglasses: So, if you don't mind, I would love to see any comments you may have. Thank you for reading.
but I love it. 
Oh, and I love putting the titles into Italian, it is fun to pick a cool Italian word! Google translate helps of course.