"My God, I can't be seen like this? What's everyone at the party going to think?" he said in his now melodic, breathy high voice.It appeared the chang...e was almost complete, as he surveyed himself in the mirror. He was a gorgeous Asian girl, about his same age of 22, and was a total knockout. His hair was now a deep brown streaked with lighter brown highlights, straight as could be down to his well-padded, round derriere. His hair framed an exquisite face with dark, almond-shaped exotic eyes. Despite having a tenuous connection to most of the victims, Beckner had never been questioned by any of the overworked homicide detectives in the major city where he lived. Half of the victims had been classified as "Female runaways" and possibly drug related. That was an almost automatic dump into the "File 13" of the murder squad. They knew they would never solve that kind of killing unless someone came forward and confessed.Beckner had volunteered for the Marine Corps, because he suspected. Doesn’t that sound so much better to you?’ Betsy stared vacantly at the blinking lights, trying to find some way out of this. She could say no, but Anna would just keep talking. She could say yes, but that would mean giving up and letting Anna think for her. She could tell her to leave again, but Anna wouldn’t do it. She could…could… Desperately, she cast around for any idea she could latch on to, knowing that each effort drained away a little more of her precious energy, but she already felt. I knew she was spontaneous ... might even have picked up another student that could have appealed to her in the same way. She put no pressure on me nor I on her. Though I doubt pressure on her would have done me any good.Dutifully waiting I was anxious to see her again, to prove to myself that she was really what she appeared to be that night on the plane and the day we spent in her flat. She pulled up in a classic white 1953 MG TD with a red grille and red leather seats. Wearing a black, short.