<em>"Tell me what happened earlier today at Senator Reynolds speech. In your own words."</em><br/>She always had to smile inside when she heard Luke changing his tone. There was a specific one that he only used when meeting possible criminals. Marsha named it the 'killer mode' in herself, often wondering whether others find it as interesting as she did or not. That was the other Luke. The professional, the one without emotions... but<em>not now</em>, somehow. Somehow now his voice was carrying the waves of stress. Negative stress, this time. Was this because he wanted to<em>hide nervousness</em>? But why? Why to feel so?? This was just a case...<br/><em>'My, this could be dangerous...' </em><br/>If the one in front of them feels it too - then he'll easily loose this game...<br/><em>'Calm down, buddy. Calm down...'</em><br/><br/>She was eager to hear the sniper's voice at last. For her: it was The Key. She wanted to understand this whole extremity so much. There must had been something more, hidden, deep or not so deep but under.<br/>But Marsha didn't show this, of course. She was sitting there in a calmed and harmonic posture, legs crossed elegantly, with the closed cane in her lap, folding her hands on the simple desk, waiting for Ghrist to speak, hear head being turned towards him. She could sense<em>exactly</em>where the sniper was sitting. And she knew exactly that she caught his attention as a woman as well. Sometimes his look felt burning her cheeks...<br/>