
Norman shrugged. "Ok..." He wrapped his hands around her waist as they sped off. "So...tell me, Madison, how does a photojournalist like you get wrapped up in a case such as this?" The FBI Agent asked. " If you don't mind me asking, I mean..." He repositioned and stared off into the night. The street lights were glistening and sparkling. "I got called in from D.C. to help get a profile of the killer, " Norman rolled his eyes, " as you probably know by Captain Perry's ' press conferences'." He laughed. "A girl such as yourself has got to be tough in a situation like this."