Dan looked Brenda's way and became embarrassed by her near nudity as she wiggled her hips in time with the heavy beats of the music. He wasn't a prude; he was just embarrassed due to Caitlin's presence, her smile, and wink.

"Dan always looks for the breasts," she confided to the bartender. She smiled at Dan. "Maybe you've found your soul mate."

The bartender laughed and Dan's blush deepened.

Jamie Porter's apartment was in a typical southern California complex. There were two rows of buildings, each with a first and second floor, a dingy pool with only one functioning ladder and a broken diving board, gardens and common area in the center, and one carport per tenant in back. Hers was on the second floor, all the way in the front. They knew it to be a simple one-bedroom unit.

Caitlin and Dan had already agreed how to handle this when they had found out where the woman lived. Up to now, they only knew her as Frank's girl friend. Caitlin picked the lock and they were in.

They were in the L-shaped space that corresponded to the eat-in kitchen and living room. On the kitchen table and in the sink were dirty dishes. A doorway at the end presumably led to the bathroom and bedroom.

"That you, Frank?" called a sleepy voice from the bedroom.

Caitlin motioned Dan to one side of the archway while she positioned herself at the other. A naked and sleepy woman stumbled out.