Randel nodded his head, which was thankfully starting to feel the effects of the Valium. "Our problem is that he doesn't remember a single bit about any of this. The girl is gone and her father wants to know where she is. Right now, if not sooner!"

"So you want us to find out if she ran off on her own after seducing her watch dog, or if someone put a snatch on her. So to speak."

My God, he thought, this might even end soon. They were actually paying attention for a change. "Close. The most important issue is that you find Denise and return her to her father. Everything else can be sorted out afterwards."

The girls were busily going over every scrap of paper in the file. Making a vaudeville act out of it as papers and photos flew from one set of hands to the other. Each could hardly have had the chance to focus their eyes on any one bit of information before it was tugged away by the other pair of hands. All of it happening faster and faster until it appeared the girls were juggling the sheets of paper.

Causing the pain in Randel's head to come back with a vengeance. He started wondering how hard it would be to put out a contract on these two.

"Yeah," Kay said with a casual nod of her head. "She was definitely kidnapped."

"WHAT! I mean… how can you tell?" Randel had been over that file until his eyes crossed. There wasn't anything there. He had checked it too many times himself. So what had this… this… what had Kay seen that he'd missed?

"Here, look at these pictures taken at the scene after Denise disappeared."

Thompson took the pictures from the redhead and looked them over once more. "Yes, so?"

"Now look at this one and tell me what you see."

Kay passed over one of the shots of the girl spread out in the back seat of the car, propped up and ready for action.

"Far too much. Why would the girl have these taken?"