The redhead shrugged her shoulders. "Hey, just an idea."

"Enough! You have your assignment! Find the girl and bring her home to her father. I don't care what you have to do, but do it soon. This isn't a case we have the luxury of time with. Albertson owns us and he wants action. Understand?"

"Right Chief." Leslie snapped off a sharp salute.

"Don't worry about it. We'll have her back before Daddy can get the sheets changed on her bed." Kay turned and was headed for the door when she suddenly stopped. "Might be easier if we took the file with us though."

Sweeping the papers and photos together, she closed the file and turned to leave again. Spinning around too quickly, her elbow hit the computer's monitor, knocking it over.

Thump… blam!

"Aaaa… Sorry about that Chie…"

"Out! Get out! Right now! Out!!!!"

"But we could…"

Randel was looking for a part of the smoking debris he might throw at them, but was half afraid he might electrocute himself if he grabbed the wrong thing. Then he thought that might not be such a bad idea, as the pain in his head came pounding back.

CHAPTER FOUR

"But why do I have to be the slave?"

Leslie looked over at the pouting redhead and wondered why they always had to have arguments like this. You'd think that after all this time of working together things would be smoother.

Putting on a front of calm and patience she answered, "First of all, it was my idea."

"No, that doesn't cut it," Kay shouted. "What about the time we needed information out of that pimp. It was my idea for one of us to go undercover as one of his girls…"

"And I let you do it," Leslie jumping in quickly. "Not only did you do a good job of it, you even picked up a little extra Christmas money if I remember correctly."