"She didn't. Her kidnappers did," Leslie said. "Look closer. She's got something stuffed under her, otherwise we'd never be able to see her face clearly."

"So?" Randel was starting to feel better. It looked like the girls didn't really have anything, they were grasping at straws here.

"So what is it she's leaning against? It's not in these pictures taken later…"

"And it's not listed in any of the items found in or around the car," Kay jumped right in. "Unless the police screwed up their investigation."

"This report comes from a company team," Randel said through clenched teeth. Damn them! He had missed something after all.

"Do you have a magnifying glass?" Leslie asked.

W.W.W. had every high tech, expensive tool ever designed by the mind of man at it's disposal. So it took Thompson a minute or two to come up with something as ordinary as a magnifying glass.

The dark haired girl accepted it with a gratuitous smile, then busied herself looking over some of the photos. It didn't take long before the comedy act started again. Kay didn't want to be left out and there was only one magnifying glass available. By time they had finished, Randel thought he was going to need a referee to end the wrestling match happening on the other side of his desk.

"Right here!" the girls shouted out, Leslie handing over the photo at the same time Kay was pushing the magnifying glass over.

Randel took both items and was thankful for the mass of the desk which separated him from the twosome. Glass to eye, he scanned over a photo showing Denise as she was giving Alex some head.

"Just what is it I'm looking at?"

Kay gave a shrug of her shoulders as she listened to one of the stupidest questions she'd ever heard. "She's sucking on his knob. Technique isn't bad but…"

"You should be looking at the top, left hand corner," Leslie quickly interrupted.