“I was never a boy scout,” snapped back Bette, seeing Jayden’s mocking look.

            “Well, I fucked a few,” said Jayden matter a factly, digging into her purse and handing Bette a pair of blue tinted sunglasses.

            “A tid bit of information that I didn’t need to know,” said Bette, taking the glasses from Jayden with a smirk.  “Oh, let’s go find this mural thing, so that Lindsay stops saying I’m not open minded enough.”

            Rosita rubbed her eyes, looking up from her perch on the edge of the table, a dozen or more legal books spread out around her.  “Jiselle, whose car is that?” asked Rosita, seeing a new BMW sitting besides her Honda.  It looked familiar, then she placed it, knowing whose it was before she asked, but wanting to know if she was right or not.

            “Don’t know, two women got out of it, a leggy dark blonde one, and a pretty dark skinned woman, she looked sort of stuck up though,” added Jiselle.

            Rosita smirked, moving over to her desk and pulling out a small gun, slipping it into the waist band of her pants.  Muttering softly in Spanish about women wandering around the Barrio, Jiselle watched her leaving, shaking her head.  “Woman has a hero complex.”

            “I don’t see it,” said Jayden with a sigh.  “What are we looking for again?” asked Jayden.  They had been wandering for a few minutes, this elusive thing that Bette seemed intent on finding wasn’t any where in sight.

            “A mural,” said Bette, turning and looking around.  Not seeing this vivid thing that Lindsay was talking about.  “I’m going to check down there,” said Bette, pointing down an alleyway that seemed to be littered with graffiti. 

            “I’m going with you,” grunted Jayden trailing behind Bette with her hands stuffed in her pockets.  Looking up at the crumbling brick building, whatever Bette was looking for, it certainly wasn’t here.

            “Wow,” said Bette, looking up at the spray painted wall, there were many pieces on the walls, but this one, hidden towards the back of the alleyway, was the one that Bette was sure that Lindsay had spoken about.