Mike and Jake landed in the sophisticated city of France at one that afternoon.

Boarding a taxi, Jake easily located a cool and relaxing hotel reservation for them and in thirty minutes, they arrived.

Jake slumped on the king-sized bed.

"Phew!" he whispered.

Mike stared at him. "What are you doing?"

Jake raised his head. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Yeah, funny.." Mike feigned a smile and then suddenly became so serious, "We're supposed to be looking for Lilian, Jake!"

"C'mon, Mike..This is France," he lowered his head back on the bed. "Not Chicago, where you might easily find someone."

"Still, we have to try," Mike urged as...