As the FBI agent started to speak she started to doubt if he would actually be able to help. She understood what he was saying and the delima that she had put the officers in. She was just about to respond when he just kept talking and the more he said the worse his insults became.<br/><br/>Myra furrowed her brow and occasionally glanced over to the window when she heard a sound come from the other side. "I didn't.." She started just as he insulted the captain directly and then the sound of a slamming door could be heard before a large man burst into the room. She rose from her chair at the same time as Dodson but flinched as he was slugged across the jaw.<br/><br/>A moment later two more men broke into the room and drug the angry offficer from the room and they were left alone once more. "You just seriously.. really?" She was stunned but amused at the same time. He was the first person who showed true interest in actually solving her case.<br/><br/>His statemenet about a body that was buried, her body, brought a slew of questions to her mind. What would they find if they dug up her grave? "They took a hair sample a while back." She admitted. "I'm not sure what they'll find if they do exume my body." She paused and glanced back to the window and thought about her short time with no cameras that was quickly running out. "I did die. I've been.. somewhere.. for two years. Now I'm back to try and find my murderer. I'm guessing the officials haven't had any luck. That's the honest truth." As she spoke she slowly sat back down in her chair and looked Dodson in the eyes.