See if they can follow a trail to find the way entrance was gained. How did the killer find out so much about the layout, never having to feel around?...Better check with FBI for similar MO's. Mud, bare feet, whatever the autopsy came up with on the blade.The room was dark as her fingers danced over the keys. She was nude, shivering even though it was warm. The size of the numbers was amazing. It got to be almost unreal, thinking about the time in 'Nam, eating bugs and rodents, surviving somehow. ” The next thing I knew, Sonya’s smoothly shaven pussy was planteddirectly onto my lips as I opened my mouth in absolute acceptance. Asmy tongue wriggled its way between her soft, juicy lips, I felt hersgliding slowly down the underside of my cock. With slow, gentlegyrations, she rubbed her pussy against my busy lips as worked her waydown to my balls, teasing them with short, playful licks. I lifted myhead in an effort to bury more of my ambitious tongue inside her, andshe pushed back. "Sultry said, "I do."Jack said, "Me too."The outside door was no hinderance nor was the lack of lighting to the many thundering hooves of Federal Cattle.The office door flung open and the Judge said, "I pronounce you man and wife, Gentlemen! A little decorum ... Please. This is a solemn moment in the annals of jurisprudence."Several of the G-men shouted various versions of, "Shut the fuck up." "Get down on the floor old man." "Hands behind your head, old man" "All of you are under arrest.". I have to get some wine."Ryan quickly exited and went across the hall and opened another door. He almost sighed in relief when he saw wooden stairs leading to the basement. There was a light on and he began to walk down the creaking wooden steps. Three steps down he heard a moan. "Shit," he whispered to himself. Someone was in the wine cellar. He stepped down two more steps and bent over to peer into the dimly lit basement. The room was filled with wine racks and old crates. As he strained his.