Jane yanked her hair up into a loose ponytail and swore under her breath. She’d been in San Francisco for over a week now and was still no nearer to finding Maura. ’What the hell was I thinking?’ she hissed as she stared at the map in her hands.

She’d gotten on a plane with no plan, no real clue where she was going or what she was going to do when she got there. San Francisco was a big place and right now, Jane felt like an idiot.

”Can I get you something else?” the waitress asked, appearing suddenly at Jane’s side.

”Yeah, can I get a clue?” she didn’t mean to snap but she was hot and irritated by her stupidity. Why did these big romantic gestures always work in the movies?

”What ya need honey?” the waitress brushed her arm gently as she leant in to look more closely at the map.

”Where the hell am I?” Jane was too hot to worry about her pride, the stifling California summer tearing at the edges of her mind. She’d spent all day wandering aimlessly through the streets, occasionally hailing a cab with no real destination in mind.

Her plan, and the word was implied loosely, was to get to San Francisco and check out all the places Maura could possibly be working. Armed with a picture of Maura and a list of morgues, crematoriums and undertakers in the area, she’d spent the first five days going from place to place, each time coming up empty. Now she had four days until her return flight and not a single damn clue.

”You’re here.” The waitress pointed to the map. ”What are you looking for?”

Jane reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell. ”I’m looking for her.” She said, showing the young woman a picture of the two of them, taken at the annual BPD picnic the year before.

”Ooh no, sadly, I haven’t.”

Jane glared at her. ”Are you sure?”

Chuckling softly, the waitress held up her hands. ”Honey, all I’m saying is I’d remember being rejected by her.”

Jane forced a smile and tucked her cell back into her pocket. Slipping some bills and a generous tip onto the table, she gathered up her map and set off back towards the main Eureka Valley area. Her gut was telling her that’s where Maura would be, and her heart knew it. If she had to knock on every door in the valley, she would. She would find Maura, if it was the last thing she did.