It was a lot of effort, but Lord, I prayed that it would be worth it.I wasn't really concerned though. I knew in my heart that I would have an absolut...ly amazing night. It was already late at night, and most people were asleep, but my night was just starting. I mused on this thought as I threw my unfinished cigarette on the ground and exhaled, just as the dark burgundy Toyota Camry with tinted windows pulled up in front of me, stopping. It was who I had been waiting for... My heart beat faster. I look over and she stumbles, trying to kick off her heels. “I was working late,“ she says, rolling her eyes.I barely get out, “Yea sure,” before she snaps at me.“What's your problem?” If she's itching for a fight tonight she just might get it. “I don’t have a problem,“ I mumble and turn my attention back to the TV. She heads toward my bedroom and yells back that she’s just going to change. Her phone beeps several times, and then I hear it, “What the fuck?” ‘Shit my laptop is still open,’ I. She is not thinking of anything more than survival,” Erin explained.“Okay I watched it till the end. Do we know what happened to Ginger?” I asked since Erin was the FBI expert in the room.“Not a clue,” she said. “The people at the computer lab couldn’t find hide nor hair of her. She could be in a swamp around Richmond or back home with a new attitude toward the world.”“They need to find her,” I suggested.“They are trying everything,” Erin said.“Is it really possible to really change someone in. I had sort of suspected as much from the way she was asking all the right questions and knew way too much for a rookie cop.Rita told me to be quiet because her room-mate was a light sleeper. I soon discovered it was either a lie or she actually wasn’t aware that her flight attendant partner was halfway to Rio de Janiero and would be out of town for the next few days. The booze had gotten to her and she needed my help to just get out of her clothes. I was sorely tempted to check out her goodies.