On the drive to the Sheriffs office Dan was thinking about what he'd learned from the computer files. This was not a woman that he understood, nor was he sure he would have liked her. There was something cold , something that appeared to be missing from her emotional make-up. She was beautiful to look at by all accounts, but there was a darkness that she kept hidden from all but the men she contacted through the single sites. She thrived on the attention of a man, yet had little desire to do more than enjoy his body. With close friends and her son Jamie, she was a warm and loving woman, that warmth seemed to get lost in the almost animal passion she exhibited in the bedroom. That is, if the e-mails and instant messages told the true story. She appears to have kept a record of every contact, including some sort of rating system. He thought it was a performance rating, Larry didn't think so. Larry thought it was related to size. Did size really matter? Apparently to some, but Dan wasn't entirely convinced. What bothered him was the calculated method she used to attract these men. She made little effort to find out who they were as people, what their likes and dislikes were. She presented herself in a very unflattering light as far as Dan was concerned. Boldly stating that she was interested in "the experience" not the person. Why would anyone be interested in that kind of thing? He knew it takes all kinds to make the world go round, but for his part he was past the stage of uncaring sex. He needed a brain behind the eyes. Someone to talk to. He remembered the days when all he wanted was something else, and would pretty much tell the young lady what she wanted to hear to get it. Still, after awhile it gets old. What you need from people changes, only apparently Annie's needs didn't change. She still seemed to need just the meeting of the body, not the mind. In one of the e-mails she had included a description of exactly what she would do to the man it was intended for. Dan couldn't remember exactly how it went but the jist of it was designed to build anticipation.

"I will make you want release in a way that you have never wanted before. You will beg to feel my mouth on your most precious part." Dan thought she had a pretty high opinion of herself there. Dan smiled to himself as he thought about her saying that she would lightly touch with her tongue all the parts of Mr. X's body from jaw to waist and then from toes to thighs. There was a part of him that responded to that. He was after all human and a man. He needed to understand Annie. He needed to get inside her head and follow the trail to the identity of her killer, if she was dead. He felt she was. He was sorry about that for her son, Jamie's sake. He seemed like such a nice boy. Growing too quickly into manhood because of the death of his mother. Based on what his investigation into the people surrounding Annie turned up, it could be said that Alan had a motive. He did appear, like Annie to be wealthy but had suffered some business set backs recently. He was still solvent and had enough for his needs, but access to Annies money would probably be appreciated at this point in his life. The money was in trust, with a monthly allowance for Jamies needs. Anything over that had to have the approval of the lawyer, Archibald Wolfe, and strict guidelines were laid out as to how much leeway he was allowed. Still the monthly allowance paid would be more than enough to meet the needs of Jamie and anyone he lived with. This line of thought he would explore later on. The first order of business was to ascertain whether the Sheriff's Jane Doe was actually Annie Belmont.

Dan pulled into the parking lot at the Sheriffs office, and took the first available space. It was reserved for someone, but he put the cars ID and red light up so that they would know he was there on official business. Once inside he stopped at the desk, "Afternoon Deputy, I'm Det. Dan Hallam of the Bay View Homicide Division, and I have an appointment with Sheriff Samson" he said. "I'm Deputy Patrick, welcome, Sheriff told me to keep an eye out for you, right this way, Sir." he escorted Dan down the hall to the door marked with Sheriff Samson's name. They both could see through the glass that he was on the phone. He looked up and saw the 2 of them standing there and motioned for them to come on in. Hanging up the phone, he looked at Dan and said, "Sorry, this may have been a wasted trip for you. I was just on the line with the County Coroner and he said that the dental work doesn't match. This may not be your victim after all. Still, since you're here it wouldn't hurt to go down to the morgue and have a look see. I was hoping we could get her identified and that she would be your victim. You understand that if she isn't I still have an unidentified Jane Doe on my hands." Dan wasn't too happy with this bit of information, he had been hoping that this was the body of Annie Belmont, and that it would yield more evidence. Evidence he badly needed to find his killer.