It had cost him vacations never taken, trips never made. It had cost him a fiancee. He had met Brenda a year ago when he ducked into an all night dine... for some late supper after one of the days when he had worked until ten at night. She came through the door ten seconds after him and somehow they had started talking and ended up eating together. She was a new high school teacher – French and Spanish – and had been in town less than a week. In fact the reason she was in the diner was that she. Prince Sharn looked up at his youngest sister Samantia hopefully. She was usually the one who played with him and fed him and made sure his clothes were clean and put him to bed and ... well everything. She was practically his mother. And his mother was some distant Goddess who only descended from on high to occasionally yell at him or spank him. His mother was pretty too, but in a cold, harsh sort of way. Samantia shook her head and took his hand, tugging him along through the house and out. I'm sure he won't feel much. I'm going to clean him up a little, then disinfect his wounds with peroxide, and I'll use 'butterflies' to close up the gash on top of his head, and then a band-aid for the scratch in his forehead." All right. Do you want me to clean up the wound?" No, thank you, I'll clean it. I sure hope, that you know I shouldn't be here at all, Annie. If anything happens, like a bad infection or some permanent damage, I risk a severe sentence for doing unqualified medical. Profiler do a work up on him. Denver P.D. sent it along with the rest of the stuff. I haven't had a chance to look at it yet." Anything else?" S.F.P.D. lifted a partial off the teller's cage. They aren't sure it's his, but at least we've got something to compare it to if we ever nab this guy." You mean when we nab this guy," corrected Banks."Yeah, sure," responded Sarah. True, most bank robbers were eventually captured or killed, but so many cases went unsolved that it was discouraging." Ever.