Or maybe she's just trying to figure out what the hell is up with that police car. It's a Juniper Creek unit, a plain white sedan with the word POLICE printed on the side in block letters. If you can imagine a generic police car, this is it. Two brown-uniformed officers get out and head across the street to Barb's, their pace leisurely but their manner serious. Cop-like, in other words.
Out back, Margene dashes up to where Bill and Don are working on the jungle gym in the backyard, and tells Bill that the compound cops have arrived. Bill tells Don to hide Rhonda, who has somehow teleported into the back yard since her little menstruation symposium with Teeny. Don herds Rhonda under a tarp beneath the jungle gym as Bill runs into the house. Margene adds a warning that Pam's out there as well. Bill heads into Barb's kitchen through the back door, blows past Sarah, and alerts Barb to the new development, as Margene and Nicki come running across the back yard. Bill and Barb go to the front door, leaving Nicki, Margene, and Sarah gathered around the center island. Nicki hands out ingredients and utensils and puts them to work without a word. Poor Sarah, man. The adults can't seem to handle anything, so she's getting drafted into being one of them.
Bill answers the door with Barb backing him up. He knows the younger Juniper Creek officer, a guy named Thomas, but the older, balder one has more of an attitude as he coldly accuses Bill of harboring a teenage runaway. Why, whomever could he be referring to? Bill denies it, and when the cop asks to look around, Bill asks for a warrant. Wouldn't you know it, they have one, endorsed by the Sandy police department and everything. "For all three of your houses," the cop adds. "The police department that Roman owns lock, stock and barrel?" Barb non-sequiturs, and Bill shushes her. The cops enter. Thomas tells Bill they're looking for both the girl and evidence of certain crimes: "Kidnapping, extortion, sex with an underage minor." "When did you become such a hypocrite?" Bill asks him. The question is, how do you live at Juniper Creek and not become one?