Her son, Henry.

"Th-that should be my son, Henry," Mrs. Hunter said. Daniel noted a distinct flush appear on her cheeks, and she seemed extremely embarrassed about something.

The front door opened and in stepped an ordinary looking young man who had his arm wrapped around the shoulders of a not so ordinary woman. She was perhaps in her early forties, had short blond hair, and was very attractive for a women her age. Her tight, athletic body was dressed in a classy blue skirt suit, though the blouse was unbuttoned to reveal a lewd amount of cleavage from breasts that were almost as large as Mrs. Hunter's.

The boy and the woman were laughing like carefree lovers as they entered the house, the young man's hand taking great liberties as it darted down from her shoulder to playfully grab at the woman's hefty right breast. The woman merely giggled like a schoolgirl, chiding the man but not doing anything to stop the groping.

"Henry!" Called out Penelope, looking quite aghast at her son's rude behavior.

The boy stopped in the hall, his arm still wrapped around the older woman, and glanced into the living room, spotting his mother seated across from a young asian man in a suit that he had never met before. "Oh, hey, mom. Who's this?"

"This is Detective Sihn, he's with the police," Penelope stated.

The two newcomers, who had been all over each other not seconds before, all but leaped away from each other upon the revelation. The woman looked extremely embarrassed, a dark red flush appearing on her cheeks and exposed chest. The young man was also equally embarrassed, though he looked to Daniel to be much more nervous than the woman.

The pretty maid, Tracy, flounced onto the scene and bowed low to the boy, showing everyone a fantastic view of her cleavage. "Welcome home, Master. May I get you anything?"

"N-not now, Tracy," Henry hissed, looking very pale as he made shoo-ing motions towards the maid.

"Yes, sir," Tracy smiled cutely before wandering off to do whatever it is fetish maids do.

Daniel narrowed his eyes at the boy. You didn't have to be a detective to realize something really, really weird was going on at this house.

"Who's this?" Daniel asked, looking towards the embarrassed older woman Henry had been groping less than a minute ago.

"Oh, uh, this is Mrs. Shelby," Henry said. "She's, my, uh, English teacher. She came over to... tutor me."

"I bet," Mrs. Hunter remarked darkly. She took a deep sip from her martini glass.

"Hello, nice to meet you both," the woman, Mrs. Shelby said with a nervous smile, as she tried and failed to nonchalantly do up some buttons on her blouse.

"Henry, how old are you?" Daniel asked suddenly.

"Gah! I, uh, mean I'm eighteen! I'm legal, I swear!" Henry all but shouted out.

Mrs. Shelby suddenly turned pale. "I have to go! I just remembered that my husband comes home early, and my kids, and, oh God, what am I doing here?" Without another word, the woman ran off, leaving the front door wide open as she left.

"Wait, Mrs. Shelby!" Henry called back. "Shit..."

"Henry Hunter," Penelope stated, getting off the recliner and advancing towards her son. "I don't know what kind of stunt you just pulled, but we in this house do not grope our guests! Especially in front of other guests! Now go to your room!"

The boy looked as if he was about to argue, but then realized that Daniel was still there. He merely hung his head and rushed up the stairs towards his room.

"I'm really, really sorry about that, detective," Mrs. Hunter said. "I don't know what he was thinking bringing that... woman here. I hope that he doesn't get in trouble. Legally, I mean."

"He's over 18, ma'am. What he does and who he does it with isn't my concern," Daniel told her. It seemed a bit shady that the teacher was obviously having sexual liasons with her students, but sadly that wasn't the weirdest thing he's seen these days. In fact, all the weirdness in this house could probably be attributed to one thing: one of those items. "Tell me, Mrs. Hunter. Did you bring back any of the items from your husband's briefcase?"

"Hmm? No, I don't think so. Why?"

Daniel nodded, then gave her a smile. "No reason, ma'am. Thank you very much for your time. I'll show my way out."

Outside, heading back to Jim's car, Daniel frowned. He was sure that one of the items was in that house. It was the only way to explain all the weird shit happening. What's more, he was certain that it was all the son's doing. Seriously, all the women in there were a teenager's wet dream. A MILF mom who was a lush and went around the house dressed only in her underwear? A cute, perky maid with big boobs who would do anything you asked? A horny English teacher who taught you more than grammar and punctuation? Who else but the kid could be responsible for that?

The detective looked back at the house, pondering his next move. Should he stick around here, figure out what was going on? He knew the son was involved, but he didn't know what type of item he was using to make all the women around him into sex objects. He really didn't want to go in there half-cocked, then wind up like them or worse.

He did have the address to the pawn shop that had the husband's briefcase. If he went there instead, he could probably get his hands on more of the dangerous items. Even better, the clerks there could have made an inventory of all the stuff that was in the briefcase. If the son had managed to get a hold of one of the items from it, then it was possible that whatever it was had been cataloged. It would then be a quick process of elimination, checking with item was missing, and he'd know what missing and what presumably the boy had.