"Wha-? Who did? Did you bring me food?" Her lip was set in a permanent pout.

Lee yanked her roughly from the bed by the elbow. "Whoever you're working for. They did a really great job. Now why don't you just tell me what you're up to?"

A visible shiver ran through her as she looked down at the gun in his other hand.

"Lee, honey, what are you doing with that?"

Beads of sweat began to work their way down his face.

"I want you to tell me who you are working for, and I want to know if my wife is in danger." His hand began to shake in time with his voice. "And I swear to you, that if anything happens to her, or the rest of my family, while you are sitting here playing this stupid game, I will kill you." The steel certainty in his voice finally seemed to get through to her.

"Lee, baby, I don't know what you think, or who this wife is you keep talking about, but I'm pretty sure you're not married. You've asked me out three times in the last six months, along with every other girl in the steno pool." Tears came to her very blue eyes. "Please put the gun away, honey. You're scaring me."

Convinced she was telling the truth, or at least that she believed what she was saying, he lowered the gun and loosened his grip on her arm.

Her hand rose slowly to his forehead. "I think you need to see a doctor. Maybe you did have something weird last night."

"It is possible that I was poisoned. That could explain the memory loss, and why I don?t remember how I got here."

Lisa's eyes widened as she slipped slowly out of bed. "Look, I'm just gonna get dressed, okay?" and proceeded to set a new land speed record for getting the hell out of that apartment.

Now alone, Lee sat down hard on *his* couch. It had to be a setup. An elaborate one, obviously. But who would do this? His fingers began to twist his wedding ring, a habit he'd developed when deep in thought.

But it wasn't there.

Panicked, he looked in the floor around the sofa.

Nothing.

By the time he'd turned the apartment upside down, he'd made a couple of discoveries.

Every piece of documentation in the apartment listed Lee Stetson as single.

Lee Stetson had no dependents.

And he never did find his ring.