Bobby looked over the room, at the pictures of the family on the coffee table, at the gigantic television in the next room, at the fancy spiral stairc...ase leading up to the second floor, and the bedrooms. It wasn’t long before Mrs. Larson came inside, tossing her gloves down on the little wooden bench next to the door. ‘Lemme just go get that for you,’ she said with a smile. Bobby watched the sway of her hips, and of that taut ass of hers, as she walked. He would wait only a minute for his. Whether it was Paul Wilson, or someone unknown, there was no other path to follow. If it wasn't him, there would have to be some other kind of breakthrough to solve the case. I wouldn't be involved. I would have to put it behind me.The phone call came almost ten days after the death of Christie's ex. It was Detective Carl Etchevarry."We have the DNA information, Mr. Hansen. I'm afraid it doesn't match with the DNA found at the murder scene. Paul Wilson wasn't her killer."I felt deflated. I had. I could smell how excited she was as well. In fact, I think I could feel her seeping through my pants.“Very good Tilly, now lets demonstrate the position she’s in now. Then you can compare. Please get up next to her and grab your ankles. We could restrain you, but you’ve already done so well, I don’t think we need to. Do you agree?”“Sir, I will hold my position without being restrained.” She crawled onto the bed next to Ashley and assumed the same position, just using her hands rather than the. When she had this stupid idea in her mind that he could have been the mean one she was so stupid.Shane stepped back a little; being that close to her made him lose any concentration "Shall we go?" he reached a hand for her."Yes," She said as she put her hand in his."You didn't tell me where we are going." She said while he took a turn with his car. The car was a black Jaguar. When they traveled from L.A to San Francisco he was only driving a Jeep. When they were talking last night about his.