Kicking the door close behind her, Sunny Sparks took off her coat, gloves, and boots when she arrived home. She greeted the numerous plants that lined every corner of the room and sat down on the soft inviting couch. She could not believe what just happened. She was almost mugged. Two years of living in San Diego, not once had anything like that happened to her before. It was a frightening experience. Her mind had shut down and her warrior instincts took over. She had beaten the man and robbed him instead. She didn't regret her actions. He was going to rob her and probably do something worse. What she had done was justice.

The next morning, Sunny got dressed in her pink uniform and waited for the tinted white van to pick her up. The cleaning agency she was employed by had sent her a new assignment and location. When she arrived at the location with the rest of her coworkers in the van, she quickly went to work, scrubbing and washing every inch of the building. She and her coworkers are a special breed of super cleaners. They get paid the big bucks because they are sent to clean various buildings where no one else would. The rules were they couldn't disclose the locations of where they have previously worked or currently working at to anyone outside of the agency. No matter what they saw or heard, don't pay any attention to it. Rule number one was don't talk and keep working. After she was done, Sunny breath in the sweet lemon scent of pine sol and sighed in content before she filed back into the van with the rest of her coworkers.

When she returned home Sunny heard her cellphone ringing and quickly answered.

"I know about what happened last night. Are you okay?" asked her boss and the owner of the apartment she was living in.

"I'm fine. I totally kicked his butt into next week."

"Never doubted you wouldn't. I'm worried about you living there alone. Do you want some company?"

"Not yet. I'm happy being alone for once. I need this."

"Okay."

They said their goodbyes and hung up.

The thing Sunny loved about her boss was that she didn't get into your business and always respects your privacy. She went to the drawer she had placed the mugger's wallet and opened it.

He had to find the woman and quick. Oliver thought as he sniffed the air for the woman's scent. She had his wallet, inside was his ID, driver's license, and credit cards. The credit cards he had already canceled, but his personal information was what he was worried about. She had his name and address. His new address in Russian Hill where he lived with Quinn, his dad, Rose, his mom, and Blake, his half-brother. She could call the police and they might come to his house. They could use their vampire powers to erase their memories but it would be terrible on his end. When the others find out he would never live it down. Quinn had given him everything he could possibly want: a secure home, emotional support, a family. He couldn't disappoint him like this. He had to find the woman and erase her memories of the incident and get his cards back.

Oddly enough, there was no trace of the woman anywhere. Even in the alleyway he had cornered her last night. After a night of disappointment, Oliver returned home where Blake was waiting for him in the hallway. Quinn and Rose had left for a belated honeymoon and traveled to Quinn's old castle in England, but unfortunately, they had made sure Blake stayed put.

"Someone left this for you." said Blake. He held out a small brown package out for him.

Oliver took the package and looked it over. There was no name. "Did you see who left it?"

Blake shrugged as he walked away. "It was left in the mail slot."

Oliver went into his bedroom, shutting the door. He shook the box and slowly opened it. It was his wallet. His cash was gone, but his ID, driver license, and credit cards was still there. It was good and bad. The good was the woman had returned his stuff. The bad was she knew where he lived. What was he going to do now?