I sat back in my chair thinking ‘filming meetings?’ it just did not sound very likely, but it was business. A couple of hours later I drove into ...town to meet Debra at her office, She wanted the camera in a rear office which was like a mini boardroom with an ornate table in the middle with eight chairs and a sofa and a small desk at one end with a laptop on top. She said there was also desktop computer in a tall cupboard, which I could utilize. I plugged a cam into the laptop for a trial, using. "What's your real name, boy?" he cried."Andreas Matneyev, sir!" I shouted.Lashing out at my right shoulder, the mayor ripped apart the cloth of my dress, revealing the bull's head brand of my clan, the Matneyevs. Countess Bathory took one look at the brand and gasped in horror."The Matneyev brand!" she cried. "The brand on the shoulder of the gypsy who lured my baby sister out of our home and into his clutches!" My mother and I were the last Matneyevs!" I cried. "The others have all died. “Next time call me, I am a good photographer, and I would love to take your pictures.” He said. “And you wouldn’t have to be concerned about your little secret with me, either.” I looked up at Ricardo and I knew he knew. Think fast, which way do I want to take this? “Oh so you like my kind of girl?” I asked. “Sure I do, allow me to prove it to you. As a matter of fact, you can have those photos I developed for free.” He smiled. I looked at the first envelope and it cost $11.50. So he was. "Never mind that. Why did you kill him, Lindsy? What was he to you?" Detective Jefferson asked me."I didn't kill him. I want a lawyer. I refuse to answer any further questions until I am represented by counsel," I said."Come on. You know you don't need a lawyer... unless you have something to hide," he said with a sneer. He was definitely trying to provoke me."Actually, according to statistics, more people confess to crimes they did not commit than those who have legal representation. I have no.