Detective Miller walked to the soda machine, fed in some quarters and pressed a button. Grabbing the can, she carefully pried up the pop-top, turning her head as the soda whooshed. She started for the room to interview the sister, paused, and then walked back to the soda machine. She fed some more money into the machine and then took the additionally can with her into the room.

She saw an attractive brunette sitting quietly at a table. Placing the can on the table she introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Detective Miller, you can call me Christine.”

“Hi,” the woman said, sitting up straight in the chair.

Christine noticed that the woman wasn’t wearing a bra and from the look of her nipples, she was either very cold, or still pretty turned on. “I need to ask you a few questions about this morning,” she said, pushing the soda toward the woman.

“Thanks,” she said, opening the drink and taking a drink. “I was pretty thirsty; I had a pretty good workout this morning.”

“Right Ms…”

“Andrews, Heather Andrews.”

“Heather, can I call you Heather?”

“Yes,” she said, taking another sip of the soda.

“Heather, I understand you’ve been through quite an ordeal.”

“I wouldn’t call it an ordeal, it was really very nice.”

“Nice? He was your brother wasn’t he?”

“Yes, but you just don’t know.