The Clark County jail was a busy place, since it was attached to a police station. So police officers were milling around, getting ready to hit the road for a new day of protecting the citizenry of Las Vegas. A small group of people, who looked like they were in no hurry to reach the front door, hung back as Lizzie and Ted walked around them and marched toward the door with a purpose. Ted held it open, and Lizzie sailed through, head up, lip gloss shimmering.

Lizzie sniffed. For an instant she let her nasal passages remember the scent. All police stations smelled the same—sweat, burnt coffee, and Pinesol being the primary contributors.

Lizzie wore a lavender suit whose skirt had a slit up the side that revealed a generous expanse of thigh with every step she took. Ted wondered if she was wearing panties, then mentally slapped himself for such an outrageous thought. The waterfall of silver hair cascaded down to her shoulders. Ted made a mental note to tell Maggie that Lizzie shimmered and glimmered. Maggie loved to hear stuff like that.

All activity ground to a halt when Lizzie walked over to the desk sergeant. Oblivious to the approving stares she was getting, Lizzie was all business when she offered up her credentials, and said, "I'd like to see Marble Rose Barnes, I'm her attorney."

The desk sergeant leaned down over his desk so he could ogle Lizzie's cleavage, and said, "I wish I could help you, Miss Fox, but we don't have a Marble Rose Barnes in lockup and we don't have a Marble Rose Barnes in detention, either."

Lizzie managed to offer up a look that said her world had just come crashing down, and this buffoon was the reason. "Oh," was all she said. Lizzie waited, knowing that, at times, silence was the better part of valor. Sooner or later, the Keystone Kop would want to make her world right side up and say something enlightening.

She made a pretense of stuffing her credentials back into her designer bag when the sergeant said, "But we do have a Jane Doe in lockup. When she was brought in six days ago, she had no ID on her and she refused to give us her name. If you want to see if our Jane Doe is your whatever you said her name is, I can arrange it."

Lizzie cooed her response. "Why, you dear, sweet man, how kind of you. Yes, I would like to speak with your Jane Doe if it isn't too much trouble."