"Oh yeah, right. I just kind of liked that angle," Kay said sheepishly.

"Alright, I'm looking in the top…"

"The rear view mirror sir," Leslie added helpfully.

"It's rather blurred, but is that a…"

"Camera? Right you are sir," the dark haired girl said proudly. Slightly nudging Kay behind her with one elbow. "And if you look closer I think you'll notice there are two figures there. Most people don't know that these instant pictures can be blown up to an amazing degree without losing any of their quality. I doubt you'll get a good enough for a positive I.D. but it does prove there were two other people there."

Kay slid around Leslie's side, taking a turn with her own elbow. "So it doesn't look like Denise ran off by herself if she needed that much help. Not to mention what happened to the thing she was leaning on, or why doesn't the body guard remember anything? He'd sure remember it if I were sucking his cock off…"

Leslie elbowed her way back in front of her redheaded partner. "What Kay means is, these photos were left behind as a red herring. Denise didn't go by herself, so now we need to figure out who might have wanted her. Have you talked to her father?"

"In gory detail," Randel admitted. "He is not a very kind man. He is one who is quite used to only giving orders, and not necessarily willing to listen to reason."

"The most logical reason to snatch the snatch would be to use her as a hostage against dear old Dad," Kay said.

Randel's teeth were grinding down to stumps. The last thing he needed was lessons in logic coming from this busty, redheaded bimbo. Making the matter all the worse was that she was right!

"We've started to compile a list of people who might have reason for revenge against Albertson. By the time we've finished, it will look like several volumes of the New York phone directory stacked side by side. He's not a very well liked man."