San Diego, California, March, 2078, Monday…

Once in San Diego Caitlin and Dan enlisted the help of some west coast members of Caitlin's task force. With their help Frank Suarez' trail led to the Pink Camel and the night club led them to Jamie Porter, Suarez' girl friend.

Dan scowled at the entrance to the club. The doorway was set between two wide circular arcs that intersected. It was all painted pink and didn't at all remind him of a camel. The obvious yonic symbol immediately told him something about what really went on in there. He was immediately uncomfortable, especially in Caitlin's company.

"She doesn't work here anymore, but here's her home address," said the bartender after sufficient harassment. "Nice good looking woman." He pointed at Frank's picture that Caitlin had brought. "The boy friend looks like he could kill his mother."

"Maybe he did," said Dan. He put down a bill that covered their drinks and a generous tip. "We'd appreciate it if you didn't broadcast who we are." He slid another bill to the bartender. "A deposit on any more information you might have. You can give me a call at this cell number." He handed the man his card.

"Yes, I can do that. About broadcasting who you are? I think everyone here knows you're cops. Brenda over there thinks you're cute, by the way."