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    Jada was on her way to interview the staff at the Elementary school where Daphne worked when she passed a building with eighteen motorcycles parked out front and a five-pointed star on a sign above the door. Stars on badges usually had five points. She thought she might get lucky and find some cops inside.
    She opened the clubhouse door and was impressed. The interior of the building was neat and clean. It looked like a roadside cafe with a bar. Nine men and one woman stood around, played pool, or sat at tables, playing cards. They wore leather vests with sewn-on emblems. Jada noticed a lot of the emblems were badges or military insignia. She went to the bar. A woman with a shirt and visible black bra stood behind the bar. Her shirt was tied underneath her impressive breasts which curved up above the bra and inside the open shirt. Her voice was friendly and not cheap. She said, "Hi, What can I do for you?"
    Jada said, "I have a question for a policeman. I saw the sign outside with the badge and wondered if there were any in here."
    The bartender said, "Just a minute. I'll get the president of the club. He's a cop." She excused herself and walked through a door into an office in the back. A man with broad shoulders and blonde hair came through the doors. He looked like a surfer who'd wandered inland. Six feet in height, he had good muscular development and big, sure hands. He held out one of those hands to Jada.
    "Hi, I'm Isaac Stone. I understand you're looking for help from a policeman?"
    Jada shook his hand, "Hi. I'm Jada Calderon. I'm a reporter with the Western Grit Gazette. I'm doing follow up on the kidnapping of the O'Connor sisters. I'd like a little help. Could you explain the general crime situation here in Western Grit for me?"
    "I'd love to." Isaac took her into his office and pointed to a table with chairs around it. "Let's sit over there. It's more comfortable." Jada sat down. Isaac asked, "Do you want anything to drink?"
    Jada answered, "Could I have something non-alcoholic?"
    Isaac stuck his head out the door. "Chica. Two orange juices, please."
    He sat down. "How about O.J.?"
    "Perfect."
    Chica brought in two glasses of orange juice and set them down on the table. She glared at Isaac and leaned over in his direction. The view down her blouse was just as spectacular as before. Isaac looked with appreciation. She said, "Anything else, boss?"
    Isaac shook his head. Chica swung her hips outlandishly as she left.
    Jada smiled, "That little episode seems fraught with meaning."
    Isaac sighed. "We're both decent people and good friends. We're frustrated because we want to get married, but we're not in love with each other."
    "Do the two of you have a history?"
    "We were partners with the Tempe Police Department for three years. Both of us were wounded in the same incident, left law enforcement, and started this business together."
    Jada was so frustrated with her own situation that she said the next words with emphasis and directly to Isaac.
    "Do you only like big-breasted women, or would someone my size be good enough?"
    That's how it happens. The undeniable spark between a man and a woman. They made eye contact. Her statement was bold and couldn't be ignored.
    He was just as bold. He said, with the same emphasis and frustration, "I don't know. Let me see what you look like."
    Jada wore jeans and a tee shirt. Everything fit nicely, but the tee shirt was a little loose. She stood up and pulled the tee shirt from the back, straightened and pulled her shoulders back, causing the tee shirt fit snugly over her breasts. She wasn't as enthusiastically full as Chica, but her breasts were more than a handful.
    Isaac looked at her intensely. Jada found that she liked his attention. She turned from side to side to give him a good look.
    He said, "You're beautiful." He looked a little longer.
    "Really beautiful. Thank you."
    She sat down again.
    Isaac said, "Before we get to your questions, can I see you again?"
    Jada