I kissed her and told her to be careful.Karen had called and left messages. She asked about another dinner, meet for coffee but I was busy. On my day ...off I was working on the pool and she walked into my backyard through the side gate.She was wearing scrubs and even had a stethoscope around her neck. I stopped cleaning and walked over to her.She wanted to know why I was mad at her. I told her I wasn't mad at her. I didn't tell her I was busy with other women. You just don't tell a girl that. She. I was out to do the same and went with him. We tipped back a few and chatted, he made a point of asking if I had a girlfriend, then halfway joking if I had a boyfriend, like he was judging my reaction to his question.The bar closed and we went back to the building, on the way up he asked if I wanted to come in for another drink. I was awake and had no plans so I did. We got to his place and we continued talking and had a couple more drinks. Each time he got up to get another drink or something. You know I don't think my life started until I met him." You were close to him. He often spoke about you. He thought of you as his son. He was so proud when you ran for sheriff and won. He almost burst with pride when the government made you a federal marshal. It wasn't just the office either. It was the way you managed your duties. For me, I will miss him. My writing to you in prison was a highpoint in his life and he so looked forward to my letters."I guess the real tribute is what he has. ”“Thanks,” Claire said, seeming quite touched. She left and Susan went back to her work. Not for long.The next visitor was a young policewoman.“Just clearing up a small point from our enquiries into the case against the gentleman who lives on the top floor,” she began. “You know the evidence against him is totally discredited?”“Yes,” replied Susan, wondering where this was leading.“Well,” the young woman went on, “Could you identify these photos for us, and tell us where the incident shown.