I arrived at the scene with dread.  What and who was behind this was troublesome.  There motives even more troublesome.  I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew this killer and maybe have even helped him/her or them at some point or another.  I knew I would get the answers eventually it was just a matter of how many would die before I did.  So many had died under my watch that it sickened me.  I wondered how I ever got into this whole mess.<br/><br/>I greeted the rather shapely Major Mcknight with a sly smile trying to suppress my dread. just looking at her raised my spirits.  She had beautiful long red hair and the bluest eyes, along with a string of faint freckles just under her eyes on on her nose.  It was hard for me to keep my eyes off her but then again I rarely tried.  She knew I loved woman and I made no secret of the fact that she was one of my favorites.<br/><br/>"All right doll, what do you see her."  What I saw here was disturbing.  "Do you think she looks like anyone you know major?"  She seemed perplexed although it was quite obvious with the blue eyes, glazed over as they were.  "Major, she looks like you."<br/><br/>"OK why don't you give me your impressions and I'll add mine.  I awaited her analysis.