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full attention on the monitor. “But I think I’ve got everything I’ll need.”
    As the door closed, Mike took a closer look at the screen. The bound girl was moaning louder now, the drool dripping down her breasts and onto the floor below. Mike could see her try to hold her hips and mid-section rigid in an attempt to keep the vibrator from kindling too big a fire inside her. Guess she’s not as frigid as she tries to appear… Mike laughed as her head went back, neck rigid as she responded to a wave of pleasure the vibrator had given her despite herself.
    Keep trying, bitch , Mike smiled, eyes fixed on the monitor. Do your best to hold onto that control… The buzzing continued in the training room—and her moans got louder still. Do your best to keep from coming…
     

CHAPTER SIX – FIVE DAYS TO CAPTURE
    Variety was no help. There had been advertisements for more than twenty cattle calls in the six months prior to the surfacing of Kelly’s DVD—despite that, the daily’s staff had no idea who had placed any of the ads. It turned out that Variety, after being forced to downsize in the 1990’s, now maintained only enough filing space to hold one month’s worth of paper records. The rest was kept in a computer program which wasn’t indexed in any way. Once an advertisement was run and paid for, the only record in Variety’s keeping was an electronic invoice that was marked as PAID!
    At best, it was very sloppy record keeping—at worst, it meant they were hiding information—but without a Court Order, impossible to get at this point—Fanelli and Kelly had no way to access those computer records. They could take the time to go through back issues of the Daily Variety and note which of the advertised casting calls might have attracted the aspiring actresses they were looking for—but even then, they wouldn’t be able to follow up the lead without the billing data.
    Agent Kelly was fuming as they left the paper’s tiny offices. Fanelli had convinced her to check out the Hollywood Reporter before doing anything else—they might have more luck there and not have to resort to a lengthy search through back issues.
    “I can’t believe that their record-keeping is that poor by accident!” Kelly shook her head as Fanelli guided their car across the Pass on his way to Hollywood proper. “I mean, it’s obvious that they sell hundreds of ads a month! Who tracks the taxes due on all of them? How many companies are deducting fees that are never paid?”
    She reached for her cell phone. “Maybe I should call someone at the IRS to check this out…”
    “Why should you?” Fanelli hit the horn warning a van about to move into his lane that he was too close to allow the merge. “The IRS never, ever gives us any help on anything! Why should you do any legwork for them?”
    “But it’s wrong !” Kelly glared at him. “People and companies have to be forced to pay their fair share of taxes—if they don’t…”
    “Yeah,” Fanelli blasted past a tourist staring at the new Disneyland Ad alongside the One-Oh-One exit. “Chaos and no more freebie government programs for the poor and illegals—and that’s a bad thing?”
    “That’s not for us to say.” Kelly’s nose rose as she answered. “Our job is to investigate anyone who breaks a Federal statute. That means we need access to any information that might help us—no matter who has that information”
    “Dream on, lady.” Fanelli turned onto Cahuenga and slowed down. “Dream on!”
    The Reporter worked out of a tiny office on Hollywood Blvd—just above a cheap souvenir shop specializing in paper-thin T-Shirts made in China. The automatic lock on the outside door was broken so Fanelli just pushed through the door that led to the narrow staircase leading to the second floor—and held it to allow Agent Kelly to go first.
    It wasn’t a gentlemanly impulse on his part—he was about ready to kill the arrogant Washingtonian and needed the extra time to get