Her voice, Rod thought, was sexier than any he had ever heard. ‘Come in, officer. What is it you need to know about the crash that I haven’t told ...ou?’ Instead of replying to the woman’s question, Rod walked by her, into her house, then he turned and watched her close and lock the door. When she started toward him, he stepped toward her. ‘Are you going to answer my question, officer?’ she asked, moving close to Rod, so close he could feel the heat radiating from her and could smell the scent of. I had learned enough patience on the range to move fairly well in most conditions here. The instructors were impressed with my skills.“You have done this sort of thing before,” my instructor said with a smile at lunch on the second day.“Yes, I spent a lot of time as a boy hunting on my grandfather’s farm. Squirrels and crows will spot you in a minute unless you are very careful,” I told him.“Yes, hunters usually do well in this phase, the field parts anyway. Mostly though we get what you would. The locker room experience was odd enough, as I wasn'tused to changing my clothes in front of other people, even if they wereother girls. When I was handed the gym outfit, I nearly doubled over inlaughter as the shorts would cover almost nothing and the shirt onlycame to just above my belly button. The outfit came with its ownspecial one-size-fits-all bra that was supposed to keep my breasts fromflopping around.The outfit wasn't uncomfortable anymore than it was just odd to wearfor someone. Hopefully we'll find something." Yeah, before the news hounds start flashing her picture all over the TV." She glared at one particularly aggressive cameraman who tried to sneak under the rope, catching the eye of a uniform who hurried over and stopped him."No witnesses? No one heard screams? She had to have screamed. Who you got doing the knock on doors?" Jenna was staring sightlessly down at the sheet covered body, her mind busily putting things together. "She was killed out here. Had to have.