Unknown - The big whip-off

He pushed the file forward toward them. "Here, look this over. Does the name Albertson mean anything to you?"

"I once had a boyfriend named…" Kay started.

"Charles Albertson is the multi-billionaire owner of more companies than most computers could keep track of without burning out. One such company is W.W.W.," finished Leslie.

Randel went back to concentrating at keeping a smile on his face. As much as possible he would direct his conversation with the dark haired Leslie. She always seemed to be the most rational of the two. Not that it meant much. Both of them were certifiable.

"Good," he nodded. "And as you'll see in the file, his daughter has… well, disappeared."

"Looks like she was good at making other things disappear," Kay said as she looked over several photos from the file.

Easy, don't let them get to you. Just stay calm, Randel reminded himself. "The man in the pictures is one of her body guards."

"He can guard my body anytime he…"

"Alex," Randel said far too loud as he tried to steer the conversation back to the mission at hand, "Is an employee of Charles Albertson. One of several who is looking over his daughter."

"Several? All for herself? Lucky girl," Kay giggled with a lecherous flickering of her eyebrows.

Randel somehow kept his calm as his hand reached into his top desk drawer. Feigning a cough, he swallowed down a second Valium, and wished he had some other way to deal with this. But when Albertson demands…

"Yes, well the girl seems to have disappeared and the man who was watching her that night doesn't remember a thing about what happened."

"Certainly looks as if he should," Leslie stated as she took her first look at the photos. "This is him I suppose?"

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?"

"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.

"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."

"Could we narrow the search down to only his most wealthy rivals," Leslie asked.

"And why them?"

"This was very carefully put together. It had to be planned and timed out so they could get these pictures and still not be seen, not an easy thing to do. People have a tendency to notice naked bodies."

"Tell me about it," Kay interrupted. "There was this cute box boy at the all-night market, and even though it was two in the morning, every time he started to slip his dick into me, some customer would come pushing their cart by…"