1 Law 4 All - Vegas. Billy Angel

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