A/N: Hello everyone! I know it's been a while, but I was busy starting my new career and after getting several new readers, I forced myself to sit and write. Thank you for reading, please review! It's a short chapter and I'm expecting to have one more after this and an epi.

KMM owns all things Fever. I actually got to meet her here in LA and told her I write this story. LOL. She was super nice! I own a new HP calendar...

BPOV

I stared as Mac was led away by Darroc. That bastard. He knew something about her that I didn't.

She was right. I hadn't done any background checks on her when I hired her. It was impulsive of me because I had wanted her so much.

I still do.

This last month had been torture. When I found the empty pool house I knew something terrible must have happened. I immediately logged onto my computer to check the videos and watched as Mac discovered the videos of herself at the office.

I was fucked.

She was never to know of those. No wonder she bolted.

I made my exit out of the Beverly Wilshire and headed home. Mac's accusation rang in my ears. I didn't even know she had had a sister. I was determined to find out everything.

MPOV

"What the feck are you sitting in?"

I opened my eyes to see a naked Dani peering down at me.

"It's mugwort tea. Supposed to be good for your skin," I replied, "Get in."

"Feckin-A it's hot!"

"Jeez, Dani, just relax."

Darroc had given me a day off and I dragged Dani down to an all female Korean spa for some relaxation and much needed pampering

A couple weeks had gone by since I saw Barrons at the benefit and since then I had broken down and told Dani everything.

She didn't think Barrons killed Alina. She told me I was paranoid and maybe Barrons was just your average perv. I wanted to believe she was right. But still, the thought nagged at me.

Currently though, I was trying not to stare at large women and bare breasts.

"Will you look at that one?" Dani whispered and nodded toward an older woman.

"Dani, will you just be quiet and enjoy yourself?"

"Okay, okay. What exactly did I sign up for anyway?"

"After we soak and steam, they call our number and we get scrubbed and rubbed. It's amazing."

"If you say so, but why do we have to be butt nekked?"

I rolled my eyes at her and said, "Because it's a traditional bathhouse. Just accept it."

I got out to go to the steam room and heard Dani yelp as she tried the cold bath. Chuckling to myself, I laid down on the warm jade and inhaled the herbal steam.

Two hours later, I was scrubbed clean of layers of dead skin and beaten to a limp noodle. I felt great.

I caught up with Dani in the locker room and started to change.

"How was it?" I asked her.

"Dude, I think I just got finger banged by a little Korean woman!"

"Shut up, Dani!"

"Okay, but she did massage by boobies and buttocks a LOT."

I laughed and finished dressing.

Checking my messages, I found several missed calls and texts from Darroc. Oh brother.

"Crap. I have to check in with the boss."

"Aw. Hurry up! I'm starving," replied Dani.

"You're always starving!"

I grabbed my bag and went outside to call Darroc.

"What's up boss?"

"Mac, sorry to bother you on your day off, but I got a call from a VIP client that must have a replica made of a piece she saw in San Francisco. Pack your bags. I need you on the next flight out. I'll email you instructions."

I sighed and told Dani the bad news.

"What the feck? Fine. I'll go eat by myself."

I drove back to our apartment and packed a small bag, checking . I had never been to San Francisco before and was a bit excited.

I reviewed Darroc's instructions on my iPhone as I waited to board my flight.

Simple enough. Darroc booked a room for me near Union Square and it would be an easy walk to the Asian Art Museum where the Maharaja exhibit had the royal Indian jewels on display.

I don't know why Darroc was having me take this trip when I know he could easily have looked up the specs online. Shrugging, I checked my digital camera and made sure I had enough space to take adequate pictures of the necklace.

There was a car waiting for me at SFO after the short flight. I settled into my room and grabbed a sweater before strapping on comfortable shoes.

After confirming directions with the concierge, I stepped into the crisp bay air and started walking. The concierge gave me the easiest route to the museum but warned me I would pass a sketchy section of the city called the Tenderloin. I picked up my pace as I passed a drug dealer passing off goods in broad daylight.

I hoped to get this trip to the museum over with fast so I could fit in a bit of sightseeing before my return flight tomorrow afternoon.

The museum was deserted when I got there and I quickly made my way to the exhibit. The necklace, according to Darroc, was a ruby, pearl and diamond combination that would not be missed. I found it in two seconds. I took out my camera and started to take pictures. It was stunning.

As I walked away from the display case, I checked over the images to make sure they were clear and that I wouldn't have to take any more. Scrolling through the dozen or so pictures, I stopped at the last one and noticed someone's hand in the corner, wearing a familiar Breitling watch.

I looked up quickly and scanned the exhibit hall. I was alone. I suddenly caught a strong, musky scent.

I ran out of the exhibit, looking frantically. There was no way.

I gestured to the ticket taker. "Excuse me, did a gentleman about this tall just exit the exhibit?"

He shook his head. "You're the only person I've checked into the exhibit within the last half hour," he replied.

My heart was pounding. Was I just imagining things? I took a couple deep breaths to calm myself. I don't even know why I rushed out to see if it was him. He was the last person I wanted to see.

I walked out of the museum, my nerves rattled, and I searched the area around me. City Hall stood in front of me and except for a few business people walking around, it was relatively quiet. I was just being paranoid.

I took out my tourist map and headed for Fisherman's Wharf. A bowl of chowder was in order.

Fisherman's Wharf was touristy, but I had fun wandering around despite feeling a little unnerved from earlier. I picked up a silly gift for Dani and made my way back to the hotel. I would hit Golden Gate Park tomorrow.

A shower was in order, after placing a call down to have dinner sent up to me. I wasn't taking any chances after dark with running into anyone that remotely smelled like Barrons.

I wrapped my hair in a towel and donned the hotel provided robe. A knock at the door made me jump, but I was relieved to see room service. I thanked the delivery guy and tucked into my meal.

Just as I was cutting my burger in half, another knock came. I got up and wondered if they had forgotten anything.

Before I had the chance to crack open the door, it was pushed aside and he was there. Barrons.

"Mac."