1 Law 4 All - Vegas

By Billy Angel

1 Law 4 All - Vegas

This second book in the 1 Law 4 All series dives into the heart of political corruption with a remarkably diverse band of characters. Vegas dances from adventure to adventure beginning with the mysterious disappearance of Mark's twin sister, Janelle. From American Samoa, Kitiona calls on her 1 Law 4 All Foundation pals to investigate.

The fledgling 1 Law 4 All Foundation parleys the missing person's report into a web of political deceit. Soon they are confronted with overtones from the American and Asian mobs and a Fast and Furious, Mexican cartel.

With Las Vegas as ground zero, the Foundation tries to solve the mysteries surrounding Janelle. The threats of murder and the realities of gun battles stimulate the adventurous overflow. How will the Jimmy and the Foundation pioneers avoid tragedy? Or will they?

1 Law 4 All - Vegas mingles drama and intrigue with realistic people-like characters. Jimmy and the Foundation members team with LVPD detective Rick Rizzo to track Janelle's missing person's clues through the American Southwest, China and on to Washington, DC.

A senior Senator plays the political system becoming rich along the way. His above the law attitude combines with a lifestyle of drugs and sex. One night he makes a decision he's made many times before. But this cover up attempt leads to scheming, mayhem and murder.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBookIt.com
• Release date: Apr 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781456620509

Billy Angel

Bill was born in the Midwest. He was educated on the West Coast in California. He's earned Bachelor's, Master's, and Doctorate degrees in various fields of health and education.Bill started Sunset Angel Productions, LLC. Besides producing phone applications and short stories, he works part-time as a basketball consultant.Bill authors a political blog seeking justice for the American people. He feels all laws should be applied equally to law makers, citizens and non-citizens. He believes in a common sense approach to governance.Bill resides with his beautiful wife, Roberta. They have four children and six grandchildren. He describes living in Hawaii as "far from the maddening crowds."

Book preview

year."

Chapter 1 One Week Later

Kaia, you slut, remarked Kitiona as they walked into Coconut's Breakfast Hut on the outskirts of Pago Pago. They sat at a table overlooking the emerald bay fronting the city.

Are you trying to tell me you never considered sleeping with Mac? returned Kaia.

Well, the thought crossed my mind.

How many times, a thousand?

Kitiona, a beautiful, shapely girl exhibited classic Eurasian features. Any Hollywood starlet would kill to have her blue-green, almond shaped, eyes highlighted with dark, full eye-brows and full lips.

Kitiona, still a virgin approaching her mid-twenties, considered responding. Secretly, she thought about Mac Streeter every day since returning home to American Samoa. But her focus had been continuing her father's work with the union. That was more than a year ago when she felt like a teenager on steroids. The investigation, Ben's team and bad guys trying to kill her seemed like a distant memory. Now, she felt like an adult with responsibilities. Responsibilities that included the 1 Law 4 All Foundation.

Kitiona finished chewing on a bite of her waffle and wanted to change the subject. Finally, she said, We'll get around to doing it whenever. She continued under her breath, whenever whenever!

Kaia laughed. How about when you're eighty years old!

Kitiona regained her composure. My sex life has nothing to do with your moving in on that tourist boy. Obviously, you're doing him. Now, you've got me picking you up outside his beachside cottage.

That morning Kitiona rolled up in front of the rented waterfront cottage on her new Harley Davidson, Blackline. She had picked it up at the dock that morning and was anxious to show her best friend the custom, gun-metal flake paint job.

His name is Mark. And he's not any old tourist. He's tall, handsome, and kisses like…., Kaia's voice trailed off.

Why is he staying so long?

Kaia returned from her temporary dream state ready to justify her intentions. Mark is working on his doctorate in literature. He's here researching Pago Pago's connection to Michener, Stevenson and W. Somerset Maugham.

Kitiona laughed. You didn't even know those authors existed until you met Mr. Mark.

Hey. You're talking to the e-newsletter queen of the South Pacific. Mind your tongue.

I'll give you credit for connecting us to the rest of the world, electronically. But whether we needed to be connected is debatable.

Information is power.

You read that on a kindergarten poster.

Maybe so, but it's true.

After finishing breakfast, they mounted Kitiona's Harley and rode towards their offices in the town. Kitiona worked out of the union office next to her friend Jared's jewelry store. Kaia's e-newsletter office was located across the street.

They parked the Harley outside the union office and sat on the bench fronting the union's large, bay window. So, what are you and Mark-boy doing tonight? Planning another sunset picnic on the top of Ta'u Lata Mountain?

Not sure. He acted weird this morning. He's becoming more concerned about his twin sister.

More concerned? Kitiona inquired.

Yea, Kaia said, About three days ago I could tell something was bothering him.

Don't tell me, he's trying to say good-bye.

No, silly. Mark and I have grown pretty close these past four months. We've already developed this one little thing we do in the morning when we wake up.

Not sure if this is more information than I need to know about you two.

Don't worry. Maybe I'll give you some hints on how to handle Mac someday.

The mention of Mac perked Kitiona's interest. Ok, what's this thing you guys do?

Kaia suddenly realized the intimacy she was about to reveal. She started blushing. Kitiona noticed and poked her in the side with her finger. You're on the hook girl, open up or you're going to have a sore side for a month.

Kaia composed herself and took a long breath. When I wake up I turn on my side towards the morning light. Mark cuddles close to me. I extend my right arm and hand. He puts his left arm over me and puts his left hand in mine. After a few minutes, if I'm in the mood, I'll start massaging his thumb. When I feel his brain getting hard, I know it's playtime.

His brain?

Yea, the one between his legs.

They giggled like two school girls.

Listen girl, if you ever want to have a decent relationship with Mac, you got to keep his brain stimulated.

Ok, noted. But what's bothering his brain?

His brain is fine, but he seems mentally distracted.

Didn't you say he has a twin sister? Maybe there's some ESP stuff happening.

Kaia pondered the ESP thing. Then she responded, He talks to Janelle, that's her name, about once a week. But Janelle's not answering her phone.

The first thing I would think is Janelle's in love.

Yea, me too, but I think you're right about the ESP twin stuff. Something is really bothering him.

Kitiona thought for a minute. Has Mark tried to call any of Janelle's friends?

Kaia blinked a few times. Janelle's girlfriend in Las Vegas, Wendy, received a text message seven days ago. That's the last contact with Janelle that Mark can find.

What did the text say?

The text said, 'got a senator tonight'.

Chapter 2 A Worried Call

Streeter and Franklin, the secretary answered.

Startled by the formal voice, Kitiona hesitated and didn't immediately respond.

Hello! This is the law firm of Streeter and Franklin. Can I help you?

Yes, came the cautious voice over the phone. May I speak to Mac … Streeter, please?

Who should I say is calling and what is the nature of your business?

Tell him it's Kitiona.

Oh, dear, you should have said so in the first place. I'll put you right through. And please don't tell him I gave you a hard time. I'm new and just following instructions. But you're on his, put-through-immediately list.

Well, that's good to know. Don't worry, I won't say a thing. By the way, what's your name?

I'm Martha. I'll buzz him.

Mac had hired Martha McCall to be their secretary, receptionist and all-around girl Friday two days earlier. She carried her slender physique with poise and grace. A brunette in her mid thirties, she aimed to please in today's slow moving job market.

Mac was reading an article from the Drudge Report when Martha buzzed. He picked up the phone and pressed line one's, flashing button. Mac Streeter.

Mac, knock it off!

Mac quickly recognized her voice. Kitiona. Awesome baby, you tried my new number!

Yes, I did. And I like Martha. She has a pleasant voice.

Mac returned, I have a feeling she's going to be running this office pretty soon. How are you? Any union stuff I can help you with today?

I'm fine, the union is fine, but Kaia isn't. Do you have time for a short story?

For you I'll clear my morning.

She chuckled. Your morning schedule is probable open anyways. What is this your first or second day at the new office?

Second and we're getting some pretty interesting calls.

She mused why. Is Franklin really gay?

Hey, we're in San Francisco and Jed is connected to the community. What can I say?

You can say that you're not taking showers with him!

Mac laughed. Ok, how did you know?

Now it was Kitiona's turn to laugh. Got me. Just remember there's lots of tourists boys over here checking out my tattoo.

And what a lovely tattoo it is. When am I going to see all of it?

They both remembered Kitiona showing Mac the top half of her diamond shaped tattoo when she changed her shirt one afternoon in Ben's house. The local flavored tattoo was filled of tribal symbols on most of her back. The top point started between her shoulder blades and the bottom point went into her butt crack. He only saw the tattoo above her waist.

When the time is right, my blossoming rose! she said.

Mac blushed as Martha knocked on the door. Hang on, ok?

Yes, Martha, what is it?

It's Ben Green on line two. He's on the list, too, and I don't know what to tell him.

Tell Ben I'm talking with Kitiona and I'll call him back ASAP.

Ok, Martha said cheerfully closing the door.

Are you still there? Mac asked Kitiona.

Yea, nothing but time and fun here in American Samoa.

Sorry about that, Ben wants me for something. Since you made him the business manager of our 1 Law 4 All Foundation, I should get back to him soon.

No problem, Kitiona said wistfully. But, I do have something kind of urgent from Kaia. You remember me talking about Kaia?

Don't say it, your hunting buddy, right?

There was a standing joke about Kitiona's hunting buddy, Kaia. The story of her hunting down a wild pig in the forests of American Samoa and its relationship to the case they were working on was exaggerated by the guys on the team. They still have a good chuckle referring to Kaia as Kitiona's hunting buddy!

That's the one, she said smiling to herself. Anyways, Kaia is dating a guy named Mark. And he has a twin sister…

Mac cut her off. Can this wait until this weekend when we Skype?

No, mister big shot, shut up and listen.

Mac heard the temper and envisioned her shooting out Bob's kitchen window last year. He decided to hear her out. My bad, you were saying.

As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, Mark has a twin sister named Janelle. He thinks she's in some sort of trouble.

Why does he think that and what does that have to do with the Foundation?

Because they talk regularly and he hasn't been able to contact her.

Is there anything else? Mac wondered out loud.

Yes, her friend received a text message from her saying, got a senator tonight."

The wheels in Mac's mind started turning. If Janelle is involved with a senator, this may be a situation the Foundation might like to investigate. After a long pause he said, Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Kitiona was quick with, Yes!

Where does Janelle live?

Las Vegas, Nevada.

You know Jimmy is getting established in Vegas. He's good at relating to all those mob-type characters.

I remember you telling me about his mob connections in Seattle.

I'll give Jimmy a call and ask him to snoop around. Email me details about Janelle, like where she works and lives. Stuff like that.

Good, you're my best friend again. Call me when you have something or see you on Skype this weekend.

Chapter 3 What's Up

Mac hung up the phone. His infatuation with Kitiona had grown into a friendly, somewhat deep relationship. He realized that she was no wilting rose.

Kitiona returned home to American Samoa after the Foundation members solved the mystery of who killed her family last year. She took over her father's position as head of the union at the Motorhead factory. Kitiona guided the union leaders into a peaceful relationship with management. She massaged the continuing negotiations while keeping the factory profitable. Mac respected her casual life-style and knew of her hair-trigger temper. He wanted to foster one and stay away from the other.

His Kitiona moment passed. Martha, get Ben Green on the phone, please.

Mr. Green on line two, Martha summoned thirty seconds later.

Hey Ben, how are you doing?

Pretty good, youngster. Ben, in his late 60's, had a complete physical the week before. The doc's given me a clean bill of health.

That's good. Missed you at the last Foundation, Skype meeting. What can I do for you?

I wanted to congratulate you on opening your new office.

Well, thanks, Ben. I owe Kitiona and the Foundation -- big time! After a thoughtful moment, Mac continued, We may have a situation that calls for the Foundation's involvement.

Tell me about it, Ben said with interest in his voice.

Ben's age only showed in his body. His mind seemed to actually quicken with age. His thought processes trucked along, always hunting out new challenges or learning situations.

Mac preceded to relay Kitiona's story. The hook is the text message about the senator.

Both Ben and Mac reflected for several seconds.

Ben's curiosity peaked. Jimmy is in Las Vegas. We should have him locate Mark's sister Janelle. If he can't, we may have to step in and go to work!

I'll call Jimmy today, Mac said.

There was a long, thoughtful pause. The answer is yes, Mac said. Franklin is gay.

I was kind of wondering after meeting him at your announcement party. Ben continued. You know I don't care where people put their private parts. Just keep them out of my private parts!

Mac laughed. Don't worry, I doubt if you're Jed's type!

I feel safer now. You call Jimmy and we'll discuss Janelle's situation at the next Foundation meeting.

Roger that. Mac hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair. He brought the chair forward and pushed the intercom button for his secretary. Martha, get Jimmy Kohl on the phone for me please.

Thirty seconds later, Mr. Kohl on line one, Martha joyfully said. She was digging her new job.

Wow, she's good Mac thought and pressed line one. Hey, Jimmy boy, how's the party town doing you?

Intense with some glitter thrown in for variety. How's the city and your new partner treating you?

Mac was tempted but didn't say it. All is well here, but maybe not so down by you.

Before we get started, is Franklin gay? Jimmy mused out loud!

Mac chuckled to himself. He should have opened with that fact. Yes. You're only the third person to ask me that within the last hour.

That's nuts. Well, you can count me out of the 'Gay Day' parade.

Mac assured him, I'll be leaving town that weekend. Maybe visiting you.

Drop by anytime. I'll get you a great suite on the strip and hook you up with some sweetheart. Speaking of sweethearts, how Kitiona?

Mac smiled to himself. She's her usual vivacious self!

Jimmy grinned. Don't want to be on the wrong side of her temper, especially with a gun nearby!

You remember, too!

How could anyone forget her blowing out Bob's kitchen window. You know, thinking back, that might have been the highlight of the Giardina case.

Speaking of cases, we may have another…in your neighborhood.

When Jimmy didn't say anything, Mac continued with the story Kitiona told him an hour ago.

Jimmy asked, Do you have Janelle's last name?

Mac opened his gmail account and found Kitiona's message. He began to read from it.

Her full name is Janelle Park. She's from North Dakota. She's tall with long, red hair. She works as a dancer at the Galaxy's Starlight Room.

That describes about one out of every five girls in this town. I've done a few pro bono favors for a local detective. I'm having dinner with him tonight. I'll ask him about locating her.

How convenient. I'll talk to you in a day or two.

You got it buddy.

Jimmy hung up his office phone and speed-dialed his cop friend, Rick Rizzo, on his cell. Rizzo was a senior detective on the Las Vegas police force. He stood six foot, four inches, an inch taller than Jimmy. Whereas Jimmy had a wiry build, Rizzo was chiseled with muscles like a power forward on a professional basketball team.

Jimmy met Rick Rizzo playing pick-up basketball games at the local YMCA. While games played on all day, working professionals met on center court at six am and/or six pm. The morning crew played for about ninety minutes, showered and would go off to work. Jimmy and Rick were morning regulars.

They cultivated a friendship based on their love of sports and women. And they were single and both fascinated with the inner workings of the mob.

Detective Rick Rizzo.

Riz, its Jimmy

Rizzo went directly into trash talking mode. Your backdoor defense sucked this morning. We could have held court for at least two more games.

Jimmy returned fire. Well, that college boy ate you up that last game. Lucky for you he's not there every morning. Dinner tonight?

Sure, Anthony's?

Paula Anthony held a table for Jimmy and Rizzo every night until around eight. If they didn't show, she'd give the table away.

See you there about seven. Oh, Riz would you check out a local named Janelle Park. A friend of a friend thinks she's gone missing.

Any more details?

"Apparently, she's a dancer at the Galaxy's Starlight Room.

Ok. Will have something for you tonight.

They both hung up. Jimmy stared out the window. Since meeting Rizzo, he's been up to his ears in clients. When Rizzo meets people in trouble, he hands out Jimmy's card. Jimmy has hired three associates just to keep up with the business. He wasn't complaining. He would cherry-pick the best cases for himself. And he still had time for morning basketball.

Chapter 4 Dinner at Anthony's

Jimmy walked into Anthony's shortly after eight. Rizzo eyeballed him as Jimmy turned the corner entering the formal dining area. As he approached the table Rizzo pumped out, Must have taken you five minutes to scout the bar for potential.

Anthony's was a local favorite. The bar featured generous drink portions, including their one of a kind, Desert Martini. This specialty drink smelled like the desert after a rain storm and packed a insane rush. There was a three drink maximum limit on the Desert, as it was locally called.

An occasional tourist would roll in. But being several blocks off the strip, tourists would have to go out of their way to find the joint.

Paula Anthony, the owner, a dark brunette was a looker in her day. Her short hair style with side sweeping bangs complimented her cute round face. Her healthy skin color balanced with smooth facial features accented her slender five foot, five inch frame. She reeked of grace, style and confidence.

After a bicoastal background in the restaurant business and a messy divorce from a Navy Seal, she settled in Las Vegas and opened Anthony's. She prided herself in being able to cuss-out a sailor and sweet talk royalty all in the same evening.

Paula opened Anthony's nearly five years ago. The Italian restaurant was an instant success partly because she was the hostess and partly because she would run tabs for the regulars. Rizzo and Jimmy joined the regulars club shortly after they met several months ago.

Too early for anything exciting to be at the bar, Jimmy said sitting opposite Rizzo in their usual corner table. Did you find anything on Janelle Park?

She's a dancer at the Galaxy Hotel.

Paula sauntered over to the table before Rizzo could continue. Tonight she wore a low cut, loose fitting gray dress and one-inch, opened-toed, matching shoes. She leaned over to give the boys a tasteful glimpse of her ample bosom, handing them menus.

What's good tonight, beside you? Rizzo asked with a hint of flirt.

Well, the veal is almost as fresh as me. But we're trying a new sauce on the yellowtail. It's infused with a potent foie gras and the sweet caponata. It's creamy and yummy.

I'll go for the creamy and yummy, Rizzo said handing Paula the menu hoping for one more peek."

Paula looked at Jimmy and he spoke on cue. I'll have the veal parmigiana. And how about a bottle of Chianti?

Paula approved. I'll get this order in pronto. She left the table making sure that the boys knew her shapely bottom was in fine swaying order. Truth be known, Paula wished she was twenty years younger, if only for a night with one or both of these hunks.

The server brought over two Evan Williams on the rocks. He said, These are from the two ladies across the room.

Jimmy and Rizzo looked in the direction the server stared. They saw two huge bright-eyed, smiles looking right back at them.

Rizzo said, Ask them if they'd like to join us for dinner.

Before the server could turn a go, Jimmy said Hold it. He chatted to Rizzo, Let's go formal tonight. I'll do the inviting.

Suit yourself. Don't blow the free throw!

Rizzo watched as Jimmy left the table only to return with the two smiles. Both girls were tall. Six one or two, Rizzo speculated in three inch heels. Good evening ladies, he greeted them standing only a few inches taller than them. He pulled out a chair while Jimmy did the same with the other open chair.

Sugar and Tonya this is Rick Rizzo. Rick, still standing, reached and shook both their hands.

Sugar, Rizzo began to make a wise crack about Sugar's name only to be cut off.

Honey, I've heard them all. And no! I won't let you suck my finger to see if it's true.

Sugar is not a very common name, you have to admit. Assist Jimmy, Rick thought.

Neither is Tonya, at least in the United States, Sugar added trying to shift their attention to her friend.

A pregnant second went by before Jimmy commented, You have patriotic taste in bourbon. He grabbed his glass of Evan Williams and hoisted a salute. To America!

Rizzo looked at Jimmy. Patriotic bourbon, he questioned.

Distilled in Kentucky, Sugar chimed in. My daddy wouldn't drink anything else.

While Jimmy and Sugar were bounding over bourbon, Rizzo motioned for the server to bring two menus.

Tonya noticed and said, "We've already ordered. Ask the server to bring our food out when yours is ready.

Rizzo did as instructed and the food was served fifteen minutes later.

During the dinner conversation, Jimmy felt a connection with Sugar. Her curly, shoulder length, brunette hair and gray-blue eyes captivated his attentions. He couldn't help but notice her willowy body and long legs as he guided both girls to the table. He concentrated on her while Rizzo chuckled at many of Tonya's remarks.

The four got around to discussing their day jobs over dessert. Jimmy went first explaining his passion for law and his relationship with the 1 Law 4 All Foundation. Rizzo talked about law enforcement and his dislike of lawyers that free criminals.

Tonya told a story about dancing around the house in her briefs when she was four years old. And how her mother cultivated her desire to become a dancer through high school. Then she moved to Vegas.

Sugar jumped in. Tonya is a natural. She's the best dancer at the hotel.

Do you dance too? Jimmy asked.

Yes. Tonya and I dance in the Jailhouse Rock Extravaganza playing at the Galaxy Hotel.

Jimmy and Rizzo looked at each other without making a sound. Questions boogied in their eyes as they started reading the other's body language.

Did I say something wrong? Sugar asked.

No. Of course not, Jimmy stated flatly turning his attention to her. Why don't we go somewhere quiet for an after dinner drink, he suggested.

Chapter 5 After Dinner

The girls followed Rizzo's unmark police sedan in Sugar's Fiat Barchetta. They both followed Jimmy's Honda S2000 back to Jimmy's office. Within five minutes they were driving into the underground parking lot for the Sahara Business Suites Building.

I never knew there was a bar at the top of this building, Tonya noted as they met at the elevator.

We're going to my office, near the top of the building, Jimmy stated.

Don't worry ladies, you're in the company of a LVPD detective. I will protect you if Jimmy tries anything. Anything besides offering you some of that Grand Marnier Cuvée du Cent Cinquantenaire he keeps stashed in his desk.

Sugar and Tonya shrugged their shoulders. Their investment in the two Evan Williams drinks may still pay penthouse dividends.

The four sat comfortably in the sitting area of Jimmy's office. Tonya and Sugar sipped their Grand Marniers on the couch. Jimmy and Rizzo sat in the adjacent leather arm chairs with a coffee table made of a square sheet of glass held up by a bronze dolphin between them.

Jimmy opened the questioning with, So you ladies work at the Galaxy. How long have you worked there?

Sugar responded, I feel like I'm on trial.

Have you ever been on trial? Rizzo asked.

No, but I watch TV. And besides you haven't told us what this is all about. Obviously, you want our help. But you guys are playing your cards so close to your chest that your underwear is all bunched up in a knot.

Tonya supported Sugar with, Maybe we shouldn't have sent over those drinks. You guys looked like fun people, but you're acting like a couple of losers right now.

Cool your jets, ladies, Rizzo said experienced with integration techniques. He knew when women turn sour on their men, there was no return in the near or distant future. We're looking into a the possible disappearance of one of your fellow dancers.

Sugar and Tonya looked surprised. Not sure what they had gotten themselves into, Tonya asked, Do you have a bathroom here. I need to go.

Me too, Sugar said on cue.

Yes, Jimmy answered. Down the hall and to the right.

The girls got up and left Jimmy's office. Walking down the hallway, Tonya said, What have we gotten ourselves into?

Sugar tried to reassure her. I trust Jimmy's eyes. Don't worry, I think these guys are the real deal. Hang in there, let me do all the talking.

You like his eyes and I'm not suppose to worry. These guys could be serial killers that only rape dead women.

Or they could be out to help someone we may know.

They looked at each other and turned around. They walked back to Jimmy's office and sat on the leather couch, again. We're back. And we hope you guys are honest and straight forward with us from now on. Sugar asserted their future ground rules with authority.

Here's a straight forward question for you both. Do you know a dancer named Janelle Park? Rizzo asked in his best cop voice.

Sugar and Tonya turned their head and glanced at each other. Why would you think we know Janelle Park? Sugar asked.

Because she works at the Galaxy like you guys and she's a dancer, Rizzo calmly stated.

Do you know how many girls dance at the Galaxy?

Both Jimmy and Rizzo shook their heads. No, we're only interested in finding one Janelle Park, Jimmy answered with a sigh.

There's over two hundred full time and part time dancers employed by the Galaxy every year, Sugar stated firmly.

Ok, we don't know much about the number of dancers employed by the Galaxy. But, we could use your help finding one, Jimmy expressed sincerely.

Why didn't you say that at dinner, without hustling us to your office, Tonya said mildly annoyed.

The men both took a deep breath. Finally, Jimmy said, You know the walls have ears. We don't want to get you involved in anything sinister. If something bad happened to Janelle, we're not interested in you being implicated.

Well, what are your intentions? Sugar asked slowly looking Jimmy straight in the eyes.

Jimmy blushed and said, A one nighter had crossed my mind when you sent over those drinks.

That's all we were thinking, too, said Tonya. We only get one night off a week and looks like we wasted it on a couple of do-gooders.

Jimmy said looking at Sugar, Let me re-answer your question. A one night stand had crossed my mind earlier, but now, realizing there's more to you than a pretty face and great legs, maybe a two night stand is called for.

Sugar felt Jimmy's intense sincerity. She wanted to explore this intensity closer. Ok, you guys, what can we do to help you find this Janelle person?

So you don't know her? Rizzo asked.

Both the girls shook their head back and forth. Like we said, there's a lot of dancers. We don't know her.

Jimmy said, You can help us by quietly asking around if any of your friends know her.

Rizzo added, And find out if Janelle has any close friends.

Chapter 6 How About Help

Their night ended with mixed emotions. They exchanged phone numbers. Then they walked the girls to their car and watched them pull out of the parking space.

Well, our sexual fantasies weren't fulfilled tonight, Rizzo said to Jimmy waving good-bye to Sugar and Tonya.

Sugar could get into my blood, Jimmy remarked.

And she'd give you diabetes if you don't monitor your contacts, Rizzo said smiling.

Jimmy considered getting the girls to help. Do you think it was smart to ask for their help? After all they are amateurs.

It’s not going to hurt. Besides, we'll get some future dates out of tonight. They are kind of cute. And we'll get our own information when I do a more extensive search for this Janelle Park person, Rizzo assured Jimmy.

Ok, see you in the morning for some basketball. Be ready to guard someone! Jimmy bellowed walking to his car.

In the morning, Jimmy and Rizzo played and their team held court for a good hour. Exhausted they showered and walked to the 'Shut-up Café' for breakfast. The café was a few doors down from the YMCA. It could sling grease with the best in town. Many of the players snatched up their ham and eggs morning special before heading off to work.

Can you believe last night's Duke-North Carolina game? Jimmy asked.

Don't tell me, Duke got the calls….again. Rizzo answered.

Numbers don't lie. NC had nineteen fouls and Duke had three at the half.

Rizzo shook his head. Get over it! Duke not only buys players with after graduation annuities, but owns the ACC officials.

Jimmy groaned, Take me away from stupid sports. We need to focus on Janelle. What did you find out about her?

Mostly driver's license stuff. She is 26 years old, 119 pounds and 5 foot, 11 inches tall. She has long red hair. She was hired by the Galaxy to work in the Starlight room as a backup dancer over a year ago. Her Nevada driver's license is less than a year old. I plan on checking out the address on her license. And I'm going to contact the hotel's human resources this morning and drill them for more information. That is in between monitoring the ongoing cases my guys are already working on.

That's a good start. Should we tell Sugar and Tonya what we have?

No. let them do some digging and we'll compare notes later tonight.

Jimmy closed his eyes. I'm going to need a nap to stay awake waiting for the girls to get off work.

Jimmy's cell phone alerted him to an incoming text message. He pulled his phone out of his pocket along with his wallet.

Rizzo said, I got the bill.

Good. Sugar sent me a text. Jimmy said with a hint of excitement in his voice.

How sweet is it? Rizzo said grinning.

She wants to see me in an hour - courtesy room 208, whatever that means.

Rizzo shook his head. Take care of that sweet stuff and call me if she gives you anything. I want to trip on bye the address on Janelle's driver's license.

An hour later, Jimmy arrived at the Galaxy. The valet took his car. He found room 208 and knocked on the door.

Sugar opened it and stepped back so Jimmy could get the full effect. She was wearing a long, peach colored silk robe. Her high heels accented her long legs dressed with black nylons. In heels, she almost matched Jimmy's six foot three inch height.

Come in, she said.

Jimmy walked wide-eyed into the room, closing the door behind him. As he brushed by her, she took off his sports coat. Sugar laid it on a chair and said, We need to finish what Mr. Evan Williams started last night.

Sugar stepped in front of him and like a magnet, walking backwards, she pulled him to the bed's edge. She sat down and worked his pants to his knees. You don't need any priming do you? she remarked.

Jimmy pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his pants while Sugar laid back on the bed watching. Her silk robe opened exposing Champaign glass, sized breasts and a hairless torso. Jimmy captured this surreal moment then crawled slowly next to her. This was Sugar's party and he would let her pick the music, he thought.

Sugar's wet anticipation from the night before and her cowgirl position kept Jimmy stiff and guessing. After she finished twice, she rolled him over on top of her. He felt her nylon covered legs wrap around him. As he rocked, one of her shoes came off and rolled down his back triggering his explosion. Collapsing on her, he whispered, You dropped something.

She sighed, taking a deep breath, I'm going to send over a double Evan Williams tonight!

And I will sip and enjoy, Jimmy expressed, more than satisfied.

Sugar interrupted their blissful peace. I found out where Janelle works or worked.

Jimmy raised his head and propped himself up on one elbow. Oh, yea! After a few reflecting seconds, he asked her to elaborate.

Nobody's seen her for over a week. Janelle has or had a best friend. Her name is Wendy Wells. But she was fired a couple of days ago. In fact, I'm taking her place in the Starlight Room tonight.

Jimmy sat up straight. That's great work. Now Rizzo has two people to track down.

Sugar smiled, then let out a long breath. I wish I didn't have to go back to rehearsals so soon. Morris is such a stickler for being in shape.

He sounds like a good coach to me, Jimmy beamed back. Let me take care of the room.

Don't worry about it. These rooms are set aside for us during rehearsal times. Union says we need our own space for breaks, if we want it. And we girls share.

God bless the union! Jimmy pounded his fist into the air.

They took a quick rinsing shower together and left the courtesy room twenty minutes later. They held hands as they walked through the lobby, looking like two people on their honeymoon.

See you tonight, Anthony's, elevenish. Sugar proclaimed strutting towards the Starlight Room.

While Jimmy waited at the valet for his car, he sent a text to Rizzo, 'find dancer wendy wells'.

Chapter 7 The Search Begins

Rick Rizzo answered his phone, Lieutenant Rizzo.

Riz, it's Jimmy.

I understand you made progress with Sugar this morning, Rizzo chuckled.

You might say that in more ways than one, Jimmy paused.

Rizzo picked up that Jimmy was talking about sex along with the Wendy Wells lead. Is she as sweet as she looks?

Jimmy slowly expressed the word, Sweeter! while flashing on Sugar's shoe falling on his back.

Who is this Wendy Wells? Rizzo abruptly changed the subject and had to wait a few extra seconds for Jimmy's answer.

Sugar asked around and found out that Wendy and Janelle were best friends. Interesting that Wendy was fired a few days ago. Coincidence, maybe, but she's worth checking out.

Let's sort this out at lunch. Quiet Storm Pavilion at one?

See you there.

The Quiet Storm Pavilion played smooth jazz selections all day. On selected evenings, a quartet would play an elegant style of restrained music ranging from the cool to bebop classical. Jimmy walked in noticing Rizzo parked at the end of the long, ornate bar.

Iced tea and a cheeseburger for me, too, he said to the bartender approaching Rizzo.

And hold the sugar, Rizzo said. He's already sampled the sweet stuff.

I have a feeling you're just beginning with the sugar jokes, Jimmy said sitting down on Rizzo's right.

She's so sweet, sugar wouldn't melt in her mouth. How's that for starters?

You might be right. Did you check out Janelle's apartment? Jimmy wondered.

"Yea, not much to