Randel hated when they did that. It made it hard to follow which one you were really talking to. But then with these two it probably didn't make any difference.

He pushed the file forward toward them. "Here, look this over. Does the name Albertson mean anything to you?"

"I once had a boyfriend named…" Kay started.

"Charles Albertson is the multi-billionaire owner of more companies than most computers could keep track of without burning out. One such company is W.W.W.," finished Leslie.

Randel went back to concentrating at keeping a smile on his face. As much as possible he would direct his conversation with the dark haired Leslie. She always seemed to be the most rational of the two. Not that it meant much. Both of them were certifiable.

"Good," he nodded. "And as you'll see in the file, his daughter has… well, disappeared."

"Looks like she was good at making other things disappear," Kay said as she looked over several photos from the file.

Easy, don't let them get to you. Just stay calm, Randel reminded himself. "The man in the pictures is one of her body guards."

"He can guard my body anytime he…"

"Alex," Randel said far too loud as he tried to steer the conversation back to the mission at hand, "Is an employee of Charles Albertson. One of several who is looking over his daughter."

"Several? All for herself? Lucky girl," Kay giggled with a lecherous flickering of her eyebrows.

Randel somehow kept his calm as his hand reached into his top desk drawer. Feigning a cough, he swallowed down a second Valium, and wished he had some other way to deal with this. But when Albertson demands…

"Yes, well the girl seems to have disappeared and the man who was watching her that night doesn't remember a thing about what happened."

"Certainly looks as if he should," Leslie stated as she took her first look at the photos. "This is him I suppose?"