Mr. Trent passed out from mental and physical exhaustion under the warmth of the desk lamp, his reptilian body recovering as it warmed and healed with rest.
Some time later, his eyelids flicked open to see a beautiful blonde woman staring down at him. She saw his movement and smiled gently, bending down to get a better look at him. The tiny lizard stayed still, nervous at who this new person was, but at the same time his human lust rather enjoyed the sight of her two enormous breasts coming down to his eye level.
"Good evening, Mr. Trent." The blonde said simply. "My name is Vanessa, but you can call me Van." She paused and chuckled, a musical sound. "Well, if you could still talk. I'm kind of the boss's assistant."
Mr. Trent flicked his forked tongue several times and nodded. The beautiful young woman's hand raised a small plastic container onto the table with the latched door open.
"We're going to have some fun, you and I, so if you'd just hop in I'm going to take you down to the basement." She winked gently and smirked. "I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself with me."
The old man inside the lizard fell for it hook line and sinker. The buxom giant woman's seductive tone and beautiful face were more than enough to entice him, even in this body. He didn't hesitate to crawl forward into the cage, allowing Van to lock him in safely. She raised the cage to her face and grinned through the clear plastic. "Now just hang on in there!"
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At the same time, Detective Krosky was meeting with a Mexican cook named Pablo, who was now recently unemployed.
"Listen, I'm not saying your crazy." Adam removed his hat and wiped a receding hairline. "But this is crazy."
"Senior Detective, sir." Pablo wrung his hands and trembled. "I know is crazy, man! But that is what I see!"
"All right." Krosky said with a frown. He didn't see why this guy would lie about something so ridiculous. He was clearly in his right mind, if terrified, but the Detective had run into many addicts, and that wasn't Pablo. "I'm going to pretend this didn't happen, in the interest of sanity, so if you happen to come up with anything else, maybe remember something that doesn't involve your friend being turned into a toy and your former boss melting into his clothes, you've got my number."
As Adam stepped outside of the apartment toward his car, he flipped open his old Nokia and dialed Partridge. "Yeah, Di, it's me. Shit just got weird." He laughed at his partner's response. "No, weirder. I'll explain when we get back. Go snoop around the Trent estate and check on the old lady. See if there's anything you can dig up, okay?"