God, what was she doing here? She dropped the unnecessary lock picks back into her bag, and pushed the door open. She had made a few enquiries since that night, and now had a name and an address. A few of her father's acquaintances had been able to provide the information, either having been burned, or having been lucky enough to have had more favourable dealings with the blonde in question. Stepping inside the house, she frowned at the hardwood floor; that did not make for the easiest creeping around. Closing the door behind her, she held her breath for a few moments, taking in all the sounds of the house.

From deeper inside came a somewhat familiar classical melody, but not so familiar that she could name it. Listening to the melody, Callie began to take carefully timed steps in along with the music. She made a few missteps when the tempo changed without warning, but felt she was making good, discrete progress.

"You're a little unfamiliar with the tempo changes I hear."

Callie spun to find Erica leaning against the wall a few steps behind her, a glass of wine in one hand and a gun in the other. "The door was open," she offered by way of an opener.

Erica smirked. "I had a feeling one of you might be showing up, and I'd hate to be unwelcoming."

"And the gun?" chuckled Callie.

Erica shrugged. "I don't make friends easily."

Callie had to smirk at that.

"You here because you were told to be?" asked Erica, taking a sip of her wine.

"No, I'm here because you interest me," replied Callie honestly. "You stood up to my father. People don't do that."

"It's a big boys club, and I don't appreciate that. I do what I do and I like to be left alone while I do that."

Callie could see the merit in that. "So what do you do, exactly? Apart from cause an upset?"

Tucking the gun casually into her belt, Erica caressed the rim of her wine glass with her fingers. "I have skilled fingers," she practically purred, watching the blush appear on Callie's face. "I open things, locks, safes..."

"You always work alone?"

Erica nodded. "Only one person to rely on, one person to blame that way. That, and I don't like people."

Callie smiled. "We have something in common then."

Erica shook her head. "I don't think so. "You don't work alone. You're a pawn in daddy's little game."

The comment hit closer to the truth than Callie was comfortable with and she visibly stiffened. "I'm not."

Letting out a snort of disbelief, Erica smirked. "How many times has daddy averted his eyes while you play the seduction card?" She watched as Callie dropped her gaze. "That's what I thought."

"It's not what I want," blurted Callie suddenly, looking up to meet Erica's gaze.

Not willing to show that Callie's comment had surprised her, and so resorting to her usual tactic of lashing out, Erica spoke. "I've heard that before, but what would you do without daddy to keep you in the way you're accustomed?"

"I can do just fine on my own," growled Callie.

"Heard that before too," said Erica in a bored tone. "Hardly ever true." She sighed, pushing herself away from the wall and ascending the stairs. "Close the door on your way out."