She'd done very well, though she detested being back in high school so soon after leaving it. But the vice squad needed young looking cops to infiltrate the drug rings that ran rampant in the high schools and couldn't very well use veterans for that.

This job was a real break. She was out of the high schools, and working for the major case team. Manuel was suspected of being involved in the disappearance of a number of young teenage girls over the last months, all of whom joined his modeling agency shortly before disappearing without a trace.

The NYPD believed the place was a front for a white slavery ring, and needed a pretty, young looking officer to infiltrate it. Amy had volunteered.

Even now, a half dozen officers surrounded the Mansion where this little pool party was being held, hoping she'd be grabbed there so they could follow her to Manuel's bosses.

She was wearing a small locket that was a tracer the police could follow, another one was in her watch. They were taking a chance of course, but they had tried everything else.

She smiled stupidly as one of Manuel's men walked past her and patted her on the behind. "Bunch of cretins." she muttered to her drink. She delayed and wandered around the pool, giving Manuel and his friends every opportunity to kidnap her. Unfortunately, they stubbornly refused. At last she decided they weren't going to bite and called it a day.

"Well?" She looked up at Lieutenant Cooper as their cars met at an intersection several blocks away. "Nothing." she sighed.

"Shit. what's with those guys anyway? "I don't know sir."

"Well go home and we'll try again tomorrow" "Hey Amy!"

Her eyes narrowed as she shifted her gaze to Frank Morgan. He held up a camera with a telephoto lens. "We got some great pictures of you in your little bikini!" he leered. "We're gonna auction em off later."