Sam was at the police station in Collinsport. He had been asked to come in for questioning about an incident involving Roger Collins because he had been a witness. He was nervous as hell. Police made him nervous. He tried thinking about working on a portrait later, but the nerves kept taking over.

When he’s asked to come into the room, the second he spots who’s questioning him, his heart flutters like mad. It was a beautiful woman. She was gorgeous. Very young too, which made him slightly insecure since he was nearly 50.

“Hello, I’m Sam Evans” he said shyly