The next morning, Bosley, Sabrina, and Kelly enjoyed a room-service breakfast in their suite.

Sabrina mopped up the syrup on her plate with a slice of French toast. "Munroe Sisters, hurry, or you'll miss breakfast!"

"Fine, that means more for me." Bosley pierced a sausage link with his fork.

"What's the plan for today?" Kelly paused and sipped her orange juice. "Are we really going to turn Kris loose on Kaufman?"

Bosley shrugged. "I don't see that we have any choice. We—"

"Any choice about what?" Lisa, still impersonating Kris, entered the room wearing a white bathrobe, a towel wrapped around her hair.

Sabrina said, "We're just gaming options for Kaufman."

"But you and Kelly already struck out." Lisa crossed the room, grabbed a sticky bun, and sat cross-legged on the couch. "Guess that means it up to me," she said with a satisfied smile.

"Jill, you're missing breakfast!" Kelly called out.

Lisa shook her head. "She's not in there."

"She's not?" Sabrina asked. "Then where is she?"

"Dunno." Lisa shrugged. "Maybe she got lucky. Her bed hasn't been slept in."

Bosley shook his head. "I don't like this at all. We hav—"

The door from the hallway opened and Jill, wearing her white top and black shorts from last night, came in. Her hair was depoofed, and there were bags under her eyes.

"Guess I was right." Lisa smirked.

"Jill, where have you been?" Bosley asked.

"Relax, Bos. I have good news." She sniffed the air. "Oooh, coffee! I could really use some." She poured herself a cup, dumped in creamer and two sugars, and took a gulp. "I needed that."

"Jill, what's going on?" Kelly pleaded.

Despite a hangover and lack of sleep, Jill flashed her million-watt smile. "I forgot to pack my toothbrush."

"And?" Sabrina said.

"So last night I went down to the gift shop to buy one. On the way I bumped into our Mr. Kaufman. I turned on the ol' Jill charm, we went for drinks, and..." Jill waggled her eyebrows as her voice trailed off. "I'm supposed to have dinner with him at Toscatta's tonight at eight."

"And he has no idea who you are?" Bosley asked.

"Oh he knows, Bos." Jill sat up straighter. "I'm a champion international race-car driver."

"This is great," Kelly said. "You saved the case!"

"Yeah, great," Lisa said sarcastically. "Why don't any of you want me to succeed?" Lisa glared at Jill. "Even my sister is sabotaging me. And you don't even work here anymore."

"Kris, it's not like that at all. I didn't expect to run into Kaufman," Jill said.

"But you didn't pass on the chance to snag him," Lisa said.

"It's not that big a deal. Come on." Jill attempted to hug Lisa, but Lisa pulled away, stormed across the suite into her room, and slammed the door.

"Wow!" Sabrina said.

"That girl needs some intensive therapy," Kelly said.

Jill shook her head. "I thought I was doing the right thing. I just wanted to help."

"You are helping," Bosley said. "As for Kris, we can worry about her back in L.A. after the case. For now we've got an in. Jill can pump Kaufman for info at dinner, and while he's occupied, we can search his place."

Sabrina nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

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Lisa raged. That dumb blond "sister" of hers was going to ruin everything. She needed to speak to Callaway and get him to fix this mess. Lisa disrobed, threw on a hot pink golf shirt, white shorts, and sandals. She dried her hair, combed it out, then tied it in a ponytail. She listened at the door; the suite seemed to be empty.

Lisa didn't want to risk using the room phone. What if that nosy Bosley saw the bill? She rode the elevator to the lobby and headed toward the wall of phonebooths. A guy with too many gold chains resting on his half-visible hairy chest stepped in her path.

"Hey, Baby! I'm Leonard and you are one fine piece of work." He leered at Lisa.

Lisa frowned. "I don't have time for this." She tried stepping around him.

Leonard blocked her path. "What happened to the lovely smile, Baby?" He stepped closer, invading her personal space.

"This happened." Lisa pulled a revolver from her purse and shoved the end of the barrel into his belly.

Leonard raised his hands defensively. "Whoa, Mama. Chill out! I didn't mean anything by it."

"You chill out!" Lisa walked past Leonard, returned the gun to her purse, and slipped into the payphone booth.

She dialed 0. "Operator, I want to place a collect call to 213-555-8975. The name is Lisa."

There were a few clicks, followed by silence, then buzzing, finally Callaway's voice, full of annoyance, came on the line. "What's going on? And why are you calling me collect?"

"I don't have enough change for the phone," Lisa said. "We've got real trouble. Munroe's sister made contact with Kaufman."

"What do you mean, contact?" Callaway asked.

"I mean, she didn't come back to the room last night. She's having dinner with him tonight and the others are going to search his place while he's out."

"This is bad. Very bad," Callaway said.

"Duh!" Lisa said. "I need you and your two goons to get up her and put the kibosh on the sister. She's meeting Kaufman at eight. That gives you plenty of time." Lisa's fake California accent had disappeared; it was pure East Texas Hill Country now.

"Okay," said Callaway. "We'll be there. Where shall we meet?"

"I'll be in the Riviera Casino," Lisa said. "Sitting at one of the tables in Blackjack Pit Number One."

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Kris sat on the bed in the windowless room. She had lost all track of time now. Had she been here three days? Seven? No way to tell. Her captors still hadn't communicated with her. She knew Charlie, Bosley, and the other Angels would be looking for her, but did they even know where to start?

The door opened and the same man in the same rubber mask entered. But this time he didn't have a tray of food.

"Get up," he ordered. His voice was muffled by the mask, impossible to recognize in the future.

Kris didn't move. "What's going on?"

"Get up," he repeated. When she didn't comply, he grabbed her by the wrist and twisted.

"Ow! You're hurting me!" Kris cried.

"I'll do a lot more than that, if you don't co-operate."

As he continued to twist her wrist, Kris rose from the bed. The man grabbed her other arm, pulled both the wrists behind her, and handcuffed Kris. Then he slid a black bag over her head.

"Where are you taking me?" Kris asked.

"You've been doing fine up to now. Don't cause any trouble and you can still come out of this in one piece."

As the captor guided the blinded Kris out the door of her prison, she bit her lip and hoped he was telling the truth.

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