The dark sedan extinguished the lights and slowly drove for the road. It stopped next to them, they saw the silhouette of a man – now, they were sure it was a male. But they could not see his face. After a few seconds the sedan switched on the lights again and moved along.

Mireya looked at him in bewilderment. “Is he crazy?”

Tom put the gun away. “If this is some kind of joker…”

“Yes, it’s pretty funny for such a joke like spying.”

Tom lowered the window and inhaled the night air. “So, do you think we’re dealing with a spy? Are there any suspects?”

Mireya smiled falsely. “If I had a list of suspects, you would be the first in it.”

“Ah, yeah?” Tom laughed and pressed the gas pedal. “That’s what happens – you save someone and that someone starts to suspect you. Nice!”

The car continued its way.

***

Las Vegas night was like a picture with advertising for travellers – millions of lights, neon, luxury cars, lots of entertainment and, of course, a lot of people, as they expected. Mireya and Tom stopped at the parking lot of the gaming house, where someone’s private party was taking place and nobody cares about all these cars that came and drove away every minute. They passed a little forward; Mireya noticed a multi-storey residential building between the hotel and the shopping centre.

“We are almost there.” Tom told her and with a sign to follow him, he headed for this house.

They entered its open door, the concierge at the entrance was dozing, being on his chair and seeing them he only nodded slightly and closed his eyes again. Mireya and Tom entered the elevator and got up to the 17th floor. The apartment number 121.

Tom stepped to the door and began to open it. Mireya’s cell rang again. “Give me a couple of minutes?”

Tom nodded.

Mireya walked away and accepted Leandra's next call.

“I insist that you visit my new house on wheels!” Leandra spoke this time against a background of many voices. Mireya recognized this day – they were in college and Leandra told her about the new purchase, her new home on wheels and how she was glad to finally leave the room in the hostel.

“And, by the way… I got a wooden box.” Leandra continued. “Well, you know, it’s a musical box, but it keeps a secret. And in addiction, it was done in a hand-made master from Arizona. You must see it, Mireya. Someday this day will come.”

The call was interrupted.

Mireya and Tom entered Leandra’s apartment, which until now was filled with the smell of her perfume. Mireya closed the curtains; Tom lit a few sconces that lit up the room. The apartment wasn’t big – just a living room, a small bedroom, a bathroom, and a cramped dressing room. She had a counter with books, between which there were frames with photos, and Mireya saw herself on one of them… this summer day, they were happily hugging each other against the background of new Leandra’s house on wheels. It was a happy summer.

“So, I think…” Tom said, “…you need to search her bedroom – I don’t want to touch her underwear, so I’ll take the living room. And by the way, I’ll give you the honour of looking her dressing room.”

“Thank you, I’m flattered.” Mireya said with sarcasm in her voice. “We will search the rooms together. That will be faster. And we will be at each other’s sight.”

“Do you think I can hide something for myself?”

Mireya shrugged her shoulders.

“All right, Lady.” Tom spread his hands. “If you wish so…”

They began to examine every inch of the living room; Mireya found several albums with photos, empty diary, and laptop with only a few films, music, and minor notes. Her gaze fell on a book called Midnight Wind, which was so beloved by Mireya and she gave it to Leandra for Christmas. Mireya smiled inside and went to the counter with the books she pulled a hand to her gift. Taking it into her hands, she flipped through several pages; Leandra used their general photograph as a bookmark and highlighted some quotations with a transparent marker. She was going to put the book on its place, but noticed what she had heard a few minutes ago – the music box. It was the box that Leandra showed in her new house on wheels. Mireya took it in hand. An ordinary box with girlish attributes inside – a mini hair brush, hair clip, hygienic lipstick… Leandra insisted that this box keeps a much bigger secret than it shows. Mireya forgot about these words long time ago, but someone reminded her… Obviously it was not in vain.

“I will take it.” Mireya said and put the box back in her backpack.

“Okay.” Tom agreed. “Will we continue?”

Follow-up minutes, after almost an hour and a half their search didn’t any another results – everything was just the stuff of a classical resident of Las Vegas. Nothing superfluous, mystical and mysterious.

“Are we done?” Tom asked, coming to the door.

Mireya looked around for the last time. “Yes, completely.” They left Leandra’s apartment, taking with them the first answers…