I didn't really understand what was going on, but I just shook my little head. Mr. Andrews trimmed up my hair, and made me look presentable. He put on...clean clothes and shoes and I was looking great.Ms. Coyle was standing there talking to Mr. Andrews as I stood there and tried to listen. She would randomly look down at me and smile and then back up at him. She was an average lady. About 5'6. Blonde hair that was pulled up into a rubberband. She was average size. In between fat and skinny. 38. While we dictated our statements, a CSI guy swapped out our barrels for us. We would still need to clean our weapons, but the new barrel would be nice except we would have to test them to make sure they fired straight.We said goodbye to everyone and had one of the teams take us out to the airport. Lisa and I went into the civil terminal, used the head, and bought a bunch of sandwiches and drinks. Within thirty minutes, we had checked out of operations, filed our flight plan, completed our. The anonymous tip pointed to the weapon lead us to the mutt who did the murders. Who rolled over on the rest of the connections about why and how. The big thing is to either be anonymous or be public. There is really no middle ground." Vicky said.Looking at the faces of the trio, Vicky suddenly felt consternation and some anxiety. "But ladies, I want to tell you right now, an investigator always wants to know why. Not just what. If something credible is sent in, believe me that as much effort. However no sooner had I shut the front door than Mustafa shoved me against the wall in the hallway and thrust his hand up my skirt, I tried to push him away but the feelings I had experienced last night returned with a vengeance. I opened my legs wide as he pulled my panties to one side and before I knew what was happening he was fucking me in my own hallway against the wall. My pussy knew was happening as I felt myself dripping wet with desire. As he thrust ito me wildly,I thrust back at him.