He came back a few minutes later and told me where I could find Meg. She was being debriefed about the incident, and her story had a few discrepancies...with what the investigating officers had found.I ran straight down to the debriefing rooms. I looked through the glass and saw Frank Caspari talking to Meg. I waved at him and he shook his head no, telling me not to enter the room. I'd expected as much; if I had the task of interviewing an upset woman, I wouldn't want her husband there either.I. After a lot of thinking she agreed.I was all excited for the next day as was she. We met at 11 am in Dange Chowk. I had asked my friend for a place but could not get as there was some society issue. So I booked an OYO. We checked in till 12.30. We both were excited about it. She sat on the bed and was silent. I broke the ice and hugged her from behind.I kissed her neck. She was moving like a snake. Then I made her lie on the bed. We were kissing. She was not opening her lips at first but after. Once he was hard enough again she glided his cock to her pussy again. This time she was able to get more heavenly orgasms before he filled her once again. Fully satisfied she called for a ride home and to find me waiting for her. Once inside I could smell the scent of sex on her, she made her way to the bedroom and precided to undress. I could see the bite marks and redness on her tits and when she removed her underwear I could see how wet and stained they were. She crawled into bed with a. . Huh. Makes sense."The other thing I need," he continued, "is the blood type from the May killing where the victim disappeared ... You remember that one? ... What was unusual? ... Okay, thanks." Mike hung up the phone.A few minutes later, Mike hung up the phone, again, after having called the hospital and gotten the results from their typing of the missing victim's blood. They had used samples from the gurney in the ambulance, typing it so they would be ready to take care of their missing.