Mary-Jo had her tackle box open and was taking samples from under his fingernails a minute later when I saw something in his hair. ‘Better take a lo...k here,’ I said. She came up, her gloved fingers sifting through the victim’s hair: ‘Semen?’ she thought out loud. ‘Well, I sure ain’t gonna smell it! Tell you what? Why not take a sample and do some of that science shit and tell me just what the fuck it is? Okay?’ She chuckled: ‘Maybe he shot his load all the way up here…’ I rolled my eyes:. ”“It basically means two crankshafts making the pistons go up and down on top of the cylinders helps to increase the horsepower.”“You seem to know your engine stuff,” Dan complimented.“When you have a dad and three older brothers all into cars, you tend to learn a thing or two. My dad, Ben Anderson, was an engine and a car builder for several NASCAR Canadian stock car teams years ago. Dad taught me how to work sheet metal, machine camshafts and piston heads by the time I was twelve. Nothing. I had thought about reaching out to Jack to see if I could get her number but still thought it was inappropriate. "Yes, how are you?" I replied. "I'm good, I moved back into town. I was hoping you want to get together some time?" Of course, it would be great catching up with you."We nailed down a date for the next week and I waited very impatiently for it to come, wishing I would have suggested getting together that night. We met at the restaurant a little before 7:00, she looked just as I. ." I worry and look nervously towards his office door."They should be going on their lunch break right about now. No one will disturb us." He reassures me."Surely I should be going on my lunch break too then?" I reply."You are, come over here and you'll be eating a lunch like no other." He chuckles in a smarmy kind of way.I must admit; the thought, although somewhat shocking, did intrigue me."Yes sir." I glance down at his desktop and then back up at him. I then walked around his desk.He still.