I know this a lot of information in a short time for the first day on the job but things have changed," he said."The bad news is there was another rap... two nights ago, it was a VIP student from California. We cannot have any publicity, so there was no media. We have to stop this," he said.I interrupted and asked "Am I allowed access to the files of the investigations of all the rapes and attempted rapes?"He hesitated then said, "You understand the need for secrecy and I also understand that. It was not as loud as a wail or a howl. But it was jagged and hard and sloppy and ugly. It was everything that sad should be.He had reached down to grab Dana's head clutching her hair in a tight fist. He cinched it between his fingers painfully tight. She looked up at him in fear and, maybe somewhere buried, a little hope. He felt his other hand rise. He was ready to slap her. He wanted to beat the sadness from her. She didn't deserve to be sad. The killers shouldn't cry at the funerals. His. On either side of the gateway are guard towers. They also showed extensive damage from gunfire.Inside the gate is a walled-in courtyard, about 100 yards square. As with the exterior of the wall, the interior walls have crenelated fighting positions on the top. What appears to be gates are spaced inside of covered alcoves every 10 feet around the wall. Later investigation shows that only 3 of those gates are real, leading further into the compound.The gate to the left led to a barracks, stable,. . odd," I thought. I had sort of expected that she would be the one to answer. But even if not, I thought that the dude could have at least put on some shorts to answer the damn door! But anyway...I introduced myself and he invited me in. I was still a little unsure of why he was the only one I was talking to, after all the back and forth chatting that I had done with his wife. Immediately, I started playing out the worst-case scenarios:Was this guy just posing as a woman to lure unsuspecting.