I called Drake as soon as I got back in my truck after placing the can in the Ziploc bag I had hidden in my pocket; I came prepared.

"Drake I've got that chick's fingerprints on a can. Can you do something with it so we can find out who the hell she is?"

"How the hell did you do that? Never mind I don't want to know. I'm at your parents, come on over."

"What are you doing there, don't you work?"

"Off-day and Tina is over here doing something or the other ...