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this sketch pad?”
    “Absolutely!”
    I turned to Sal, “On it boss.”
    He turned to go, but I reached out and
grasped him by the forearm quickly, “I’m sorry for what I said
earlier.”
    He shrugged and a smile flashed out at me,
“I’ve got thick skin don’t worry about it. I’ll get that research
for ya and see if anything comes up on this guy in any of the data
bases.”
    “Thanks.” I said as I continued on to the car
with Rafferty.

Chapter Two
Rundown
    The doorman looked like he was about to
object to my front-on approach so I flashed him my badge and he did
a double take of me. I was used to it. For whatever reason, no one
ever seemed to place me as being a cop.
    I had a friend tell me once that I looked
like I should have been some wealthy millionaire’s mistress instead
of wasting myself on the life of being a cop. Needless to say, we
hadn’t kept close since then. I had few enough friends without
losing another, but I seriously didn’t need one who thought my
higher calling in life should be as someone’s mistress.
    I walked into the oh, so familiar atmosphere
of the strip club. Talk about déjà vu, only this time the place was
populated.
    I winced slightly as my headache took it up a
notch in time with the loud music and strobe lights. I really did
need to get some sleep. I made my way through the ranks of glazed
eyed men. The place was packed and I had to shove my way through
the pressed throng to make headway. Rafferty hurried to keep up
with me, and I slowed down some.
    I was forever making the short Irish man
hurry to catch up with me. I couldn’t help it that my walk was
really more of a stride than a step. I was 5’11’’. Some said that I
was blessed with long legs, but cursed with a short amount of
patience for getting where I wanted to be, which right now was
backstage.
    A guy’s hand off to my right flashed out to,
no doubt, smack my butt as I passed by, but I intercepted it with a
quick grasp by my own hand. I snapped it over and putting pressure
on his arm I had the satisfaction of watching his face turn white
with pain at my hold. Served him right, the boorish lout.
    “Keep your hands to yourself next time.”I
spit out as I continued on through the crowd, not bothering to
glance back.
     
    Rafferty stopped briefly beside the man, as
the man felt at his shoulder painfully. “You were lucky. You
should’ve seen what she did to the last guy who tried to do that.
I’m not entirely sure he could still father a child after what she
did.”
    The man’s eyes widened markedly and he
quickly moved away, all protest at his mistreatment gone from him.
Rafferty smiled and continued on after Lisa. He’d known her ever
since she had come from the academy. She had a nose for finding out
the truth and had quickly risen to the top, but she had poor
understanding of social graces and could be downright insensitive
at times. She was pretty level-headed most of the time, but
sometimes something seemed to boil over inside her and render her
to such an uncontrolled state that he swore she went looking for a
fight.
    She’d been like this for over two weeks now
and he felt worn thin from putting out her fires, or at least
trying too. Goodness knew there wasn’t anything he would be able to
do if she went ballistic on someone.
    Lisa Tauranto was singularly blessed in life.
Born of an Italian mother and a East African Negro father, she had
what every woman envied, both in form and flawless skin. She didn’t
even wear makeup or do anything with her long black curly hair, an
attribute from her Italian mother. She was strong and could have
easily had a career as a professional athlete.
    There may have been men stronger than her on
the force, but they still probably didn’t stand much of a chance
against her. She had mastered at least half a dozen fighting styles
and seemed to do nothing but work out in her time off.
    She wasn’t a workaholic by nature, but
something drove her so hard that she