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He was escorted, offered a seat and the detective left. It was a situation that was intended to give the feeling of comfort… less like interrogation. Robbie sat and immediately rose and walked to the mirror. It was fascinating to watch him adjust his tie and then wink… to whomever was behind the glass. Whitey looked at me. “Must know you’re here.” I wanted to laugh, but thought it was inappropriate, especially that there were two other detectives entering, also with notepads. Whitey knew them and introduced us. They paid little attention to me.
Sam entered the room with Robbie and introduced himself and thanked Robbie for coming.
Robbie leaned back casually. “Anything that concerns Teri I am concerned with.”
Sam nodded his appreciation. “Just for the record Teri is Teri Ann Mitchell?”
“Kramer. Teri Ann Mitchell Kramer.”
“Of course. How long had you known Teri?”
“I had just graduated Harvard and was giving a presentation at the University of Pennsylvania where she was a undergraduate and was captivated by my work that day.”
Harvard. It didn’t take long for him to let Sam know he is from Harvard. And, if he was trying to display control and ease I felt it did just the opposite. Robbie was tense.
She approached me afterwards… actually she hung around to meet me. She waited for close to an hour and finally got the opportunity to introduce herself. She was hot and flirting. She asked me out for a drink and the rest is history. She said she thought I was a mover and shaker and that’s what she wanted. She always knew what she wanted and usually got it.”
“So, you began a relationship, ah lasting how long?”