 Why was the woman in Brian’s apartment?
Through the open door of his bedroom he could see his bed neatly turned down as it should be, but the outline under the counterpane and the luxuriant mass of platinum-blond hair on the pillow was certainly no part of his regular routine. I don't care if you are—" Brian's eyes almost popped out as he saw a gloved hand reach around the guard's neck and jam a rag over his nose and mouth. "Right with you," the guard snapped and ran a few steps with them before a blackjack caught up with him and he folded into a corner. Brian faltered to a stop and Crystal James pushed past him. The sharp, ripping blast of an atomite bomb thundered along the street and slammed them to the ground.
 She was hiding from the police.
 She was drawing his bath and cleaning his apartment.  Pete set them up on a date.  She was hiding from the police.  She worked in his vitamin research lab.