"Annelie Hagman here." Good evening Mrs. Hagman. My name is Michael Albertson, my wife is a very close friend to your husband and I regret to say that...I have some information you ought to know."I told her everything I knew and gave her my cell phone number so she could get further information later on. She took it rather cool and told me that Sarah was his second known affair so far. She had forgiven him for the first she found out about one year ago but had been suspecting that wasn't his. We got talking, he offered to buy me a drink and before I knew it his mates had wandered off and so had mine. We went for a Chinese and even though he lived over the other side of the city, he dropped me off at home in his taxi. We swapped telephone numbers. Good grief, he didn't even try to kiss me. We parted with me giving him a peck on the cheek. Joe was certainly the quiet type of guy!Up to this time I had only ever slept with two boyfriends and I have to say sex was hardly exciting. I. Was I ever gobsmacked. I stood there much like the first time I saw her so many years ago. Completely mute. Almost tongue tied."Well, aren't you going to say something?" She asked with kind of a half giggle. "Sure." I answered, well here I go again the glib practitioner of the one word answer.She saw that I was nervous and jittery, she walked around from behind the counter, took me by the arm and said. "Come on let's go to the back room." Finally, my tongue came unglued from the roof of my. Apparently, most of the time the main tool for catching criminals is fingerprints. DNA is rarely used for evidence. Worse, criminals leave new evidence behind when they try to clean up. So, I use fire instead. Simple, easy to use, and quick to set up. The newspapers are claiming there is a serial arsonist but I am sure the police know I'm a rapist, too. I used to think the newspapers always were somewhat informed about criminals. I guess the police are more tight-lipped than you'd think. If I'm.