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Jimmy scrunched his face. "That hurts just thinking about it."
Sugar said, "Beauty and style have their price!"
A hungry Rizzo said, "I'll take beauty and you take style and let's get out of here!"
They laughed and left the lounge to dine at Anthony's. Paula suggested the prime rib and the garlic-parsley potatoes. They knew better than to doubt their hostess. When sixteen ounce, medium rare slabs of meat were placed in front of them, a hush covered the table. Tonya and Sugar picked up their steak knives and forks and dug in.
Sugar asked Jimmy in between her first and second mouthful, "Aren’t you hungry?"
Jimmy snapped out of his amazed stumper. He couldn't believe Sugar made no comment on the size of her prime rib. His face flushed at the prospect of feeding this girl for extended periods of time.
When they finished their meal, Rizzo asked, "How do you girls eat so much and stay sooooo thin?"
"We dance it off," Sugar stated. "We burn more calories during rehearsal and a show than most football players during a practice and a game."
Sugar noticed Jimmy scratching his head. "Don't worry honey, you don't have to feed me sixteen ounce steaks every night. Just when there's no dessert in sight."
Tonya remarked, "Talking about dancing off the calories, I need to get my man home early. We got some serious desserting to do!"
"Us too," Sugar said. "No dessert here. You guys get cheesecake…..later!"
Rizzo said, "Before we go, Jimmy and I want you to continue helping us find out what happened to Janelle. Tell whoever assigns your escort jobs that you had a great time with Sneed and Wing. If they need more escorting, you'd be happy to oblige."
"That would be Russell Toms," Tonya contributed.
Sugar turned to Jimmy. "Do you think it's safe? Last time we talked about escorting them, you read us the riot act."
"This time," Rizzo stated flatly, "We'll be right on your tails."
"That's where you'll be dancing shortly," Tonya smiled.
Jimmy added, "And we may wire you for sound."
"I want my wiring tonight. Bye you all." Sugar said taking Jimmy's hand. They all left the table together.
The next morning Sugar lifted the sheet covering them in Jimmy's bed. His organ was standing at attention. She whispered in his ear, "One for the road."
A mini-grin showed on Jimmy's sleepy face. She rolled on top and put him inside her. Ten minutes later, she collapsed on him. Then, suddenly, Sugar jumped off. Her tall body scurried around the room, naked, picking clothes off the floor.
Jimmy perched his head on his hand, elbow bent. Enjoying the beautiful figure scooting about, he said, "Don't forget that piece of string with a patch over there in the corner."
Sugar stopped and picked up her black thong. She walked over to the side of the bed. With her crotch a little above his eye level, she put the thong on. "Say good-bye dear!" Then she ran to the bathroom, clothes in hand.
Two minutes later, she flew past his bed. "Rehearsal started ten minutes ago. We're putting in a new routine this week. Text you later," she said sprinting out the door.
Jimmy turned over and took a nap. When he awoke he called Mac.
"Hey Jimmy. How did your weekend go?"
Jimmy shook head, "You won't believe it." He told Mac about the shootout on the border and that Sugar and Tonya escorted Senator Larry Sneed and his friend, Li Wing, on Saturday night.
"I don't believe it," Mac commented five minutes later. "I haven't heard from any team members yet. I'm planning a round of calls this afternoon."
Jimmy asked, "Has anyone heard from Janelle?"
"Nope. Nothing. Kitiona says that Mark, her brother, wants to fly to Vegas now."
"Tell him to hold off. I think we may have a Chinese connection. If so, he and Kitiona may need to do some investigating in China."
Chapter 21 A Prelude
Mac spent the afternoon calling the other Foundation members. Ben walked in as Mac dialed Carol. "I'll put this on speaker. I'm calling Carol," Mac told him.
"Hi Mac," Carol said reading her caller ID. "Any updates?"
"You first," Mac prioritized. "Oh, Ben's here too. You're on speaker."
"Hi Ben. Keeping Mac and Bob out of trouble these days?"
Ben responded. "Hi Carol. You know that's a full time job."
"You guys remember my close friend, Carl Grandson? His blog, Under DC's Rug, has turned into a quasi, social-political gossip spot. When Carl fished for information about Senators and Las Vegas he got a hit. A reader linked to a post from a year ago about one particular Senator who likes to gamble."
"Back up a second," Mac needed clarification. "You have a year old post from an Internet gossip column about a gambling Senator?"
"Yea, his name is Larry Sneed, Senator from Arizona."
"Where does he gamble?" Ben asked.
"Don't have that info yet. But Carl has a friend with influence. We're getting a peek at the Congressional travel records tomorrow morning. I'll text you if we find out anything. What's new on your end? I take it Janelle's still missing."
"No sign of Janelle, but Jimmy has contacts inside Janelle's hotel. He's working a couple of angles. Sneed's name popped up with him, too."
"Good work, Carol," Ben said. "We'll look forward to your text."
They hung up and Mac called Juan in Florida.
"Hey Mac," Juan helloed. "Is Janelle still missing?"
"Hi Juan. You're on speaker. Ben's here."
"Hi Ben. Has Bob discovered any worm holes in space lately?"
Ben and Mac laughed. "He and Lacey managed to tract the origin of Janelle's text to the vicinity of the Galaxy Hotel. They triangle three cell towers in the area."
"I managed to pull a favor from a local judge who's dating my sister."
"No shame in that," Mac chuckled.
"Anyways, I got a warrant to look at the Vegas Galaxy's occupancy roster the weekend of Janelle's text message." He collected his thoughts. Juan could hear Ben in the background saying, "We caught a break."
"Relax!" Juan countered. "This may take some time."
"Give us the reader's digest version," Ben said anxiously.
Juan started. "The weekend of Janelle's text message, the Vegas Galaxy had a 92% occupancy. That's about 4000 rooms and around 8,000 guests, figuring double occupancy. Of the 350 suites, 50 are for VIPs. They sometimes don't record the names of guests in the high end comp rooms. But they do record which hotel official the room is charged to."
Mac and Ben mused the confusing information. Then Mac said, "How many were charged to Ralph Locci and which ones."
"Let me see."
Mac and Ben could hear keyboard typing noises. Juan came back into the conversation about a minute later.
"Ralph Locci has the top twelve penthouses. Ten were used Friday night and eleven on Saturday night during the Janelle text weekend. I'll dig deeper to find the actual guests in those rooms."
"Good work," Ben said.
Mac echoed Ben. "Super! Jimmy has some people close to Janelle's work place. We'll text you with alerts as we get them. Keep that judge in your pocket and out of your sister's pants!"
Juan smiled and hit end button on his phone's keypad. He was glad that was over. He wanted to get back to his voter fraud case.
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