"Billy will be very pleased with this, Lila." Mr. Smith said quietly. "I'm sure there will be a little something extra in your pay envelope this week". Lila wished he hadn't said that. Not in front of Crystal. She wasn't sure that Crystal trusted her entirely, and she needed to have that trust. "Mr. Smith, if you could see how this poor child was being forced to live, you'd understand why I say that Billy doesn't owe me anything." Lila hoped that Crystal was listening. From the drivers seat, Zack could see Lila's face and he hoped that Mr. Smith was not paying any attention. What Zack saw, would mean trouble for Miss Lila. Her naked longing showed, and Zack knew Mr. Smith wouldn't like that at all. To divert Mr. Smiths attention away from the ladies, Zack asked if Mr. Smith had been aware of Jeff's presense behind the vehicle when they pulled away. "Did he see us?" asked Mr. Smith. "No, I think not sir, he didn't look at the limo at all." Responded Zack. "Good...good...That means we have some time to get the ladies to Billy, before Jeff starts looking for her."

As they pulled up to the guard station of the gated community, Riverpoint, the guard stepped out and waved them through. Miss Billy had left instructions that the limo was to be directed to her, immediately upon arrival, without the ususal security check. This limo was a regular visitor to Miss Billy's estate and the guard saw no reason not to comply with her request. Zack thought this departure from the usual routine, was an interesting turn of events.
Apparently this girl was extremely important to her. He wondered why. To Zack, Miss Billy was a person of interest. He had his own reasons for that interest, and they led to his being the driver of Mr. Smiths limo. Pulling into the long tree shaded drive, Zack parked, and got out to assist the passengers out of the vehicle. As he was assisting Crystal out of the vehicle, Miss Billy came out the door and down the steps, giving Crystal her first look at her savior. "Welcome, why don't you all come inside where it's cooler?" said Billy. She turned to lead the way, but not before giving Crystal a long appraising look. "Yes," she thought to herself,"this one will do fine".

Crystal was uncomfortable with Billy's looking at her and chose to study the house she was being invited to enter. She had never seen anything so grand. She didn't know a thing about architecture. She had no idea that the wide expanse of steps that curved upward towards the door were marble. She just knew they were a very pretty pink with other colors shot through like winding rivers. She knew the red brick was not new, but appeared to be in immaculate condition. The large double doors with long windows on each side made the entrance look like the door to a fairy tale castle, and the rounded corners of the house added to that effect. She didn't know what they were called. She didn't know that the large area with the fence around it way at the top was called a "widows walk". She only knew that looking at all this made her feel small and insignificant.

Inside the mansion it was much cooler, and Crystal wished she had dressed in something different than what she had put on. She was shivering, whether from cold or nerves she didn't know. Zack noticed her shaking and took off the jacket of his chauffers uniform and placed it lightly around her shoulders. "Here" he said, and smiled.
"I'll get it back when I leave." Billy ushered them to the library, directed Zack to the kitchen for something cool to drink and asked him to let Cook know that they would be staying for lunch. All of them, and he was to eat in the dining room with them when it was time. In the meantime, he was to make himself at home in the guest lounge at the back of the house. "Dismissed" thought Zack, and that was fine with him.

In the library, Billy, began questioning Crystal about her life. Trying to get the girl to open up. She needed to get to know the girl better. Needed to find the way to keep Crystal in her employ. This was not the usual hooker looking to better herself. This was a young naive girl that had found her way to the big city in the clutches of the wrong kind of man. Somehow Billy would find a way to use that to her advantage. She needed to listen carefully to Crystals story, so that she would know how to act. Did Crystal need a Mother Figure? Only her story would tell her. What were Crystals dreams? How could she make it appear that she was the only way Crystal would ever reach those dreams? One thing was for sure, Crystal would be living here, with Billy, she did not like the look on Lila's face when she didn't think Billy could see. Lila was entirely too fond of Crystal. Billy smelled trouble from that direction. Well, Miss Lila, we'll see about that.

Crystal sat quietly after telling Billy her story. She began to wonder what was in store for her. No longer sure that this was the right decision. Maybe she had been too quick to trust Lila. She wasn't sure why Lila had appeared to want to help. Her experiences in the last few weeks have taught her that maybe she needs to think things through better before acting. She had needed to get away from Jeff, but she is no longer sure that this was the right move. There was someting too cold in this Billy, and something too warm in the way Lila looked at her. It didn't feel right, and she didn't know what to do about it. She wasn't sure she could do anything about it and where did that leave her? She was grateful to Zack for the loan of his jacket, it helped her to feel less exposed to all these prying eyes. She hooked her thumbs under the lapels, to pull the jacket closer to her neck." What's this?" She felt a small round button on the back of one of the lapels. She decided not to say anything, she would find out later what it was. This was Zacks business and she was going to stay out of it.

After delivering Billy's message to the Cook, he told her it was a fine day and he would be going outside to sit in the Gazebo. He'd brought his cassete player and headphones becuse he was listening to one of those books on tape. "Didn't have much time to read anymore" he told the cook, so he would take advantage of every opportunity that he could to at least listen to his favorite books. Once outside in the Gazebo, he put on his headphones and fiddled with the dials until he could hear the voices from within the library. He hadn't been sure the microphone in the lapel of the jacket would pick up everything as well as he hoped it would. Bless Crystal Lynn for the shivers that allowed him to leave the jacket where he could record the conversations. His Lieutenant was going to be very pleased with this bit of luck.

The Vice Squad had been looking for a way to put Sheldon's Champagne and Limosines Escort Service out of business for a very long time. Getting the other pimp in the process was going to be the icing on the cake. He sat there listening to Crystal Lynns story, up until this point he had been thinking she was just another hooker. He had been angry with himself for feeling attracted to her. She was a beautiful girl, and he had been disgusted with the waste of such beauty. This is a complication that they hadn't planned on. This is going to change everything. He wanted... no he needed... to get Crystal out before it was too late.