“Alright,” she said getting comfortable, “It’s not like this is my profession or anything you know…It just happens.”

“Naturally,” he said thoughtfully.

“Anyway,” she continued, “I’m actually an actress. Or…was anyway until I got tied up in this joint.”

“What happened?” He asked.

“Well, I was on my way back to New York, you see…from a gig in Las Vegas. I had this job lined up, and I hate flying, so I decided to drive. So, I drove…a lot. About the time I got far into the desert enough, the car starts acting funny. I have no idea about cars…Anyway, about nightfall the car dies, I mean really dies. I thought I was done for. But then this car comes, says they’ll take me to a motel, pick my car up in the morning. Of course, I was dumb enough to believe them.”

“They…as in?” He questioned.

“That, I haven’t figured out yet. I think they’re some kind of mafia based out of Las Vegas. They keep guys posted around the perimeter so we can’t escape…believe me, I’ve tried.”