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fast.”
    Cameron and Amy weaved back through the maze to call down Vince. He reluctantly climbed down, and they told him about the vanishing man.
    When Vince saw the touchscreen computer, he couldn’t contain himself. “Damn, I’ve got to get me one of those.”
    Cameron glanced around the room. “There has to be another way out of here. We were the first to break through that drywall up there by the servers.” He quickly noticed two small buttons on the back glass wall. Curiosity prompted him to press the top button. Clunking sounds rumbled above them until the wall lifted revealing an ascending set of concrete stairs.
    “These guys are professionals,” Amy said.
    Cameron snapped some final photos of the glass room before the team ascended the stairs and found themselves in the backyard of Fred Stefani’s high-end property.
    Vince brushed himself off. “If only the neighbors knew what kind of freak show they’ve got right next door. They would have called the cops a long time ago.”

JEN
    Cameron Frost wasn’t always a CSI Photographer.
    Years before he felt comfortable breaking down walls with a sledgehammer, he was just a regular college student at the University of San Francisco where he studied photography.
    It’s not that his life was less exciting before CSI work. Rather, the excitement had different origins. On the weekends, he earned cash from photographing weddings. He also dabbled in portraits. But Cameron’s real passion was nature photography. He had always dreamed of traveling the world to work fo r National Geographi c .
    Cameron spent most his evenings rushing outside to try and find something amazing to capture with his camera. He’d already catalogued over three hundred sunsets.
    Most of the photos he took with his modern, digital camera, but he always took sunset photos on his Polaroid camera. It was amazing to him that the moment could be captured and printed out just seconds after he snapped it. The method was a little retro, but that’s what he liked about it.
    The images were pure nostalgia.
    There was a certain charm to holding a physical snapshot of the visual world. When he held a Polaroid, watching it develop before his eyes, Cameron felt like he was holding a real moment. It was the closest he ever came to freezing time.
     
     
     
    After completing his fine arts degree, Cameron was ready for a change. He left San Francisco to stay with his friend Brian in Colorado. He wanted to experience hiking in the mountains. Brian grew up in Colorado Springs and became accustomed with many of the main hiking trails around the area.
    The Colorado trip also yielded an important event in Cameron’s life when he met his future wife, Jennifer Miller. He first saw her waiting tables at a Denny’s in Colorado Springs.
    From his seat in the breakfast booth, Cameron also noticed Jennifer’s astonishing beauty. She was a total knockout. Jennifer’s glossy, brown hair swung back and forth in a mesmerizing ponytail pendulum. She recently added a single streak of red, and it accented the redness of her soft, delicate lips. A regular girl next-door appeal was evident in her endearing smile, and her rosy cheeks were no less than inviting.
    One week, as Jennifer took Cameron’s drink order, he told her a joke about his musty hiker smell. Cameron explained how his friend was showing him nature’s backyard and how he wanted to document everything with his camera.
    Their interactions were hardly flirtatious at first, but after a few weeks of bringing omelets to Cameron’s booth, Jennifer slowly turned on the charm.
    For Jennifer Miller, first impressions were everything.
     
     
     
    “I’ve got to ask. Isn’t breakfast at this place getting old for you? I mean, you order the same thing every morning.”
    Cameron blushed. “Yeah, these are just amazing omelets. The eggs are top notch.”
    “Whatever floats your boat. Hey, why don’t you try something different?”
    “Well, I know the omelets are