If you had asked her, PJ wouldn?t have said she was hiding from her brother. She would have said that she was just chilling out at her new pad and taking it easy.

Ok, so the truth of the matter was that she had been hiding out. The new pad part was partially true. She?d been house-sitting for some folks that had been on vacation. (Man, they were sure surprised when they got home and found out they?d had a house-sitter they hadn?t hired! ) PJ had cleaned the house up nicely once she had arrived, and when the Manchesters returned, she simply broke into a ?spanglish? apology?

?I clean! I clean! Lo Siento? wrong casa? La agencia? malas direcciones! Esta no es la case de la Senora Smith? Oi! Dios Mio! Lo Siento? So Sorry? ?

The poor Manchesters never stood a chance. How could they between the frantic ramblings of PJ, Mrs. Manchester?s delight at not coming home to a sink full of dishes, and Mr. Manchester?s inability to realize PJ even had a face? The couple pressed a twenty-dollar bill into PJ?s hand as she scurried away, cursing out the fictional agency that had sent her?.

At any rate, her free lodgings were gone and she figured by this time, Spade likely was too. She didn?t think he?d be too hip to stick around when he couldn?t find her.

It was time to get back to business. Partying and drinking alone had been fun, but there hadn?t been anyone to fight with! She missed Charlie and Rena and Koy? it was time for a girl?s night out! She needed booze, blow and best friends in the worst way?.