"Well, lord forbid a man question a possible witness in peace around this place," Kettering roared, then took a deep breath and smiled at Carmen, tucking her number in his pocket, "Suppose we're done then. Hope to hear from you." He watched her leave, whistling low and long in a very un Politically Correct manner, but the man knew when he was being given a show and figured showing appreciation was the right thing to do."<br/><br/>"Send her in!" He called to the door, pushing his hands back through his hair to make himself more presentable... or something.