Bakersfield California, 19 months ago.

“Mills…?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think that …..I don’t know what would you do if it where your wife….?”

“Carmen….you have to focus on work…it’s the only way…I can’t have these girly talks with you…but I would probably want to gut the fucker…hey is that her?”

She is fucking beautiful….much more than her photo ………..

“Carmen yoo-hoo earth to Carmen…..”

“Sorry Mills, yeah that’s her…what is she doing?’

“Showing off, you know these street racers and their wheelies and dumb ass tricks….you did watch the video….”

“There’s a video?”

“Yeah they actually tape themselves how do you think we put this case together so fast…? You sure you’re alright?”

I just watched her in the parking lot, spinning doing things on motorcycles I didn’t know you could do…hand plants….she did this trick where she rode on the bike side saddle, her feet standing on the gas pedal……she had no fear at all…and when she was done riding around…she went to the bar and picked up the hottest girl and they drove off back to her place….I felt like a voyeur watching her romance this girl. Wine soft music. Mills needed a break…and I really wanted to know just who was Shane McCutheon? I think back to that night watching Shane with that woman. It seemed she loved her with her body. The way she looked at her. This smoldering looks, like she was melting her with her eyes, through binoculars I saw as they made their way to her bedroom. The way she leaned in, the ferocity of her kisses, the way she knew how to please the woman, she had her cornered and pinned and the chic didn’t even know how it started. She turned her around kissed her shoulder and her hands disappeared. My pulse was pounding, we needed audio, I needed audio. All I heard was the woman’s jagged moans, their breath fogging up my binoculars… Mills came back in and shook his head at the audio. I just shook my head right back and looked at her file again. I was so stuck on her mug shot  I was obsessed with her….her file. I  decided to read it some more when I got home, I needed to be alone to work up a proper profile of her….. They went at it for the rest of the night. Early next morning we where relived by the second team of agents.