Erin's clothes - they're too late

It was dark in the old toy factory when Marisa and Lindsay came. They searched high and low. There was a parking space with no car, a room full of balloons and a leather room with a water bed for a floor, but no Erin. There was noone there. All they found was a trash can with the remains of Erin's clothes and underwear.

"This does not look good," Marisa shook her head.

"But I think I found a clue," Lindsay pulled out a crumpled business card from under Erin's shredded jeans. She opened it and read aloud: "O. C. Cobblepot, President of Cobblepot Inc."

"That name sounds familiar," said Marisa. After a quick call to Victoria, they confirmed that this was the famous tycoon, Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot. A famous art collector, Mr. Cobblepot had a hussy fit at a recent art auction after losing out on a Picasso - the same one from the museum.

"Marisa, his office is downtown. One of us should go there undercover and see what we can find."