He had seen nothing, and in particular, he'd seen no one near the crime scene on the previous Saturday.They had a few strands of hair that might prove...useful, if a suspect could be found. They'd gotten the suspect's blood type from the semen. Type "O". That really narrowed it down. They had a DNA profile that would be solid as a rock if only there were somebody's DNA to compare it to.Thinking about the sketches made Sam remember Madeleine Deneau. In truth, he had thought about her with great. “Matty boy, what did you bring your momma this time?”“Well, Mrs. Higgins...”She punched me in the shoulder, “Mrs. Higgins, my ass, Agnes dammit.”“Agnes, I’ve got about 75 lbs. Of venison and another of bull elk.”“Good, it’s about time we had something other than beef on the menu,” Agnes said. After we had moved everything to the meat locker, Agnes grabbed my arm and dragged me into the mess hall.“You’re a good boy Matt, now you go sit down, and I’ll get you something to eat. Ham and eggs,. ..Flashback – GlenMy aide came in and said, "Sir, you need to see what's on the news from Russia."I thought, what the fuck has gone wrong now? I headed into the conference room where the television was located and I cautioned, "Don't tell me that's Sgt. Blaine in the wheelchair."My aide answered, "Unfortunately Sir, it is."The Chechens were shooting at him and he was returning fire while I complained, "What's that crazy fucker trying to do, get himself killed?"Flashback – JensA special report. I started thinking about how it would be to get her in bed with me with those tights and leotard on. Then I would tie her up and jump on her and just have sex until neither of us could handle anymore. However, she wasn't into bondage and she would hardly wear her exercise outfits around me. She knew if she did I wouldn't leave her alone until we had sex. Now all I could do lately was dream about her. Moreover, believe it or not I had started dreaming about what I would do if I was a girl and.