Wednesday afternoon, Sabrina, Jill, and Kelly sat on a couch in their suite on one of the top floors of the Frontier Hotel and Casino. On one side of the suite was a full kitchen. Doors to the three bedrooms were on the other side. A third wall was nothing but glass, providing a stunning view of The Strip.

Bosley in a open-collared shirt and sports coat entered from the outside hallway. "I just heard from one of Charlie's contacts. Kauffman is on the golf course. Probably another two hours till he's done with his round." He paused and looked around the room. "Where's Kris?"

"Right here!" Lisa, still impersonating Kris, emerged from one of the bedrooms wearing a white robe monogrammed with a gold capital 'F'. "I'm pretty sure you should let me take the first run at Kaufman." She untied the robe and let it drop the floor.

Bosley audibly gasped at the sight.

Lisa's one piece swimsuit was beyond daring. The aqua blue fabric wrapped around the sides of her curves, baring her torso and exposing lethal abs. The wisps of fabric then crossed over her breasts before twisting around her neck. She giggled at the obviously stunned Bosley. "What do you think?" she asked the rest of the Angels.

"Oh, my!" Sabrina said.

Kelly raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, Kris, that's some, uh, swimsuit."

"Don't you just love it?" Lisa flashed her million-watt smile and twirled like a ballroom dancer.

"Aren't you a little chilly?" Jill stood, grabbed the robe from the floor, and tried to wrap it around Lisa.

Lisa maneuvered out of Jill's grasp. "I need to be sure to attract Kaufman's attention." She frowned. "But I'm going to need my own room. I can't bring him back here with all of you around."

"Kris, you know how we operate." Bosley shook his head. "You don't need to take things that far. We'd never ask you to put yourself in that kind of position."

Lisa raised an eyebrow. "We're talking five million dollars, John! We can't settle for half-measures." She smiled seductively. "Plus, our Mr. Kaufman is pretty good-looking, so it's not really a sacrifice."

Kelly and Sabrina exchanged alarmed looks.

Lisa said, "While you work out the room situation, I'm going to work on my tan." She grabbed the robe and her purse and headed out the door.

Jill let out an exaggerated sigh. "Kris hasn't had a drink since we arrived. So I really have no idea what's gotten into her."

Bosley pressed his lips into a thin line. "We need to move on Kaufman. Sabrina, you're up first, then Kelly. The way Kris is acting I don't want her anywhere near him. Let's wrap this case up quickly, then we can figure out how to get Kris help."

#

Sabrina, in a blue-and-yellow golf shirt white slacks wandered around the 19th Hole at McCarran County Club, and spotted Kaufman sitting at the bar nursing a drink. She checked her hair in the reflection of a window, strode to bar, and took a seat next to the target. To the bartender she said, "Hey, Mac. How about a beer? Whatever you got on draft is fine."

The bartender grunted, filled a glass, and set it before her.

Sabrina turned to Kaufman. "No matter how many times I come to Vegas, the heat always surprises me."

"Yeah, it's a hot one." Kaufman said noncommittally.

"I'm Sabrina Duncan." She raised her glass.

"Keith Kaufman."

"I know," Sabrina said.

"You know?" Kaufman eyed her suspiciously.

"Yeah, Keith, I have to tell you the truth. I'm a technical recruiter. First National Bank of Seattle's got an open position, and I'm having a hell of a time filing it. I need an expert in COBOL and FORTRAN and I heard you might be the one," Sabrina said.

"Oh yeah? Where did you hear that from and how'd you know where to find me?" Kaufman asked.

"Jerry McBride told me," Sabrina lied. McBride was a junior programmer at Orange County Savings & Loan and had worked for Kaufman. "As for how I found you." Sabrina shrugged. "Recruiting is my job. I know all the tricks."

"Jerry said that?" Kaufman eyed Sabrina. "Well he's not wrong. I am the best. But I'm afraid I'm not interested. Not much sun in Seattle."

"You haven't heard my offer yet," Sabrina said.

"Don't need to." Kaufman shrugged. "I've got everything I need and I'm enjoying my time off."

Sabrina said, "We're talking a five-digit signing bonus, stock options, company car of your choice, and six weeks' vacation. And if you worried about missing the sun, I could work out a deal where the bank flies you in from Vegas every week on their own dime. And you still get to spend your weekends here."

"That's a very tempting offer. But, look Miss Duncan, I appreciate you got a job to do and a position to fill, but I'm not your guy. I'm perfectly happy right here with the sun, the golf, the nightlife. I don't need to go back to work and I don't want to go back to work. Okay?"

"Well if that's the way you feel about it," Sabrina said.

"I do." Kaufman finished his drink, left a $10 tip for the bartender, and walked out of the bar.

"Sounds like he's not hurting for money," Sabrina muttered to herself as she sipped her beer.

#

In the blackjack pit of the Frontier, Kaufman slid a $500 purple chip into the betting circle.

"All bets down," the dealer called. He dealt the cards from the shoe, his hands flying across the table.

Kaufman's first card was the Ace of Hearts. As the dealer dealt the second card, Kaufman pounded the table, calling out, "Ten." But the dealer gave him another ace, this one diamonds. The dealer's upcard showed nine.

"Here's your screwdriver." Kelly placed the glass on the table in front of Kaufman.

Kaufman hadn't seen this waitress before tonight. He was sure he would have remembered her. She filled out her red velvet uniform nicely. And her legs in those fishnets? Wow!

"Two or twelve?" the dealer asked.

"Hold on." Kaufman grabbed another $500 chip and held it up. "Blow on it," he said to Kelly. "You know, for luck."

Kelly grinned, then pursed her lips together, and blew.

"I can feel a winner." Kaufman slid the chip to the betting circle. "Split."

The dealer slid the aces apart and delivered a seven. "Eighteen." Then slapped down an eight. "Nineteen."

The dealer turned over his hole card: a two. Kaufman's spirits sank. The dealer pulled the next card from the shoe and slapped it on the table: a jack. "Twenty-one," he announced. He collected Kaufman's losing bets.

"Sorry," Kelly said.

"Don't be." Kaufman dropped a green $25 chip in her cup. "A pretty tip for a pretty lady."

Kelly cocked an eyebrow. "My shift ends at two."

Kaufman looked her over approvingly. "You are very lovely, Kelly," he said reading the black circular name badge handing around her neck. "But the luck isn't there. Plus, dating a cocktail waitress? I thought that was a cliché from the movies."

Kelly shrugged. "Oh, well." She moved on to the next table.

#

Kelly, back in her civilian clothes, entered the suite. Jill, Sabrina and Bosley were on the couch.

"How did it go?" Bosley asked.

"I struck out." Kelly shrugged. "Apparently, dating the cocktail waitress is hackneyed. But you're right, about the money, Bri. I saw Kaufman lose a thousand in less than a minute and he didn't even blink."

"Sounds like he's our guy." Sabrina sighed. "I guess that means it's up to Kris."

"Where is Kris anyway?" Bosley asked.

"Getting a massage at the spa," Jill said.

"As big as our finder's fee is, that is not an approved expense," Bosley said.

"Don't worry, Bos," Jill said. "Little sister flirted her way with the concierge for a freebie." She shook her head. "That girl is totally out of control."

"So what now?" Sabrina asked.

"I guess we call it a night," Bosley said. "And try again tomorrow. Maybe we can come up with a plan that doesn't call for using Kris as bait."

"Okay," said Jill. "Good night."

In the bedroom Jill rummaged through her suitcase. She tossed its contents on the bed. Nope, she still couldn't find her toothbrush. Maybe she could get one in the gift shop? She threw on a sleeveless white top, dressy black shorts, and high-heeled sandals, and took the elevator to the lobby.

Jill exited the elevator, purse in hand. As she turned the corner, she bumped into a man coming the other direction and dropped her purse.

"I'm so sorry," the man said. "Let me get that." He bent down and retrieved the purse.

He stood back up and offered the purse. Jill reached for it and stopped. She recognized the man as Keith Kaufman, their target. She said, "It was all my fault. Need to watch where I'm going."

Kaufman checked her out and smiled. "If you need someone to watch you, I'll happily apply for the job."

This wasn't part of the plan. Jill wasn't a detective any longer, she was here to keep an eye on Kris. But Sabrina and Kelly both came up empty. And her little sister was next, but the way she was acting... Jill decided to make her move. She flashed her flirtiest smile. "If you want to keep any eye on me, why not join me in the bar?" She offered Kaufman her arm. "I'm Jill."

He hooked his arm in hers. "Outstanding. I'm Keith. Let's go get a drink."