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six-foot-three frame.  
    Because they’d
worked together before, the operation proceeded smoothly like dancers in a
well-rehearsed samba. He halted on one side of the apartment door. She knocked
and waited.
    “Whaddaya want?”
After reading his rap sheet while she’d waited for backup, Aurora knew Ross
only stood a couple of inches taller than her, but his voice sounded
surprisingly deep.
    “It’s me Johnny.”
Sweet and sugary, she answered.
    “Who?” This time
the interest was evident.
    “It’s me, honey.
You remember, you promised me a party.   Well tonight’s your lucky night so open up.”
      Hearing him approach, she quickly shook her
hair down around her face, undid the top two buttons on her blouse to show some
cleavage, and adopted a sexy stance. Working it even more, a look of being high
replaced the eagerness she felt.
    At first his voice
was rough. “You wanna party with me? Why?”
    “Heard you had
some good shit. I need it. I’ll be good to you.” She softened her tone…sounding
like a little girl.
    Bingo! He
obviously liked little girls. “I sure do have some good shit. But you gotta pay
for it, and I know just how you can do that, you pretty little thing.”
    Feeling his eyes
peering through the peephole, she licked her lips enticingly. “Whatever you
want, Johnny. I need it real bad.”
    God she was
good! Once he unlatched and opened the door an
inch, she slammed it the rest of the way, and Ham had him down before he knew
what hit him. Handcuffed and surly, he whined like the girl she’d imitated
earlier.
    “Hey! You can’t
come in here like this. I’ve got my rights.”
    “You let me in.
Remember, sugar?”
    “You tricked me.”
    “And you promised
me a party.” She pointed at the bags of pills and powder on the cigarette
stained table. Her evil smile made him turn away. Ham threw the weasel onto the
sagging couch then searched the place while she bagged the evidence and read
him his Miranda rights.

Chapter Five
     
    Back at the
precinct, Aurora left the jerk to wilt in the holding cell while she did the
paperwork. This guy was crud, but the more she found out about him, the more
she realized he might be the answer to her ongoing search for Rhondo.
    Deciding that
after two hours he’d had plenty of time to imagine his future years in the pen
playing girlfriend to the lifers, she opened the door and approached,
confidence showing in every line of her compact body.
    “Hey Johnny,
you've got some information I want. And I’ve got the get-out-of-jail card you
want. So, what say we play a game here?”
    From slouching
asshole to alert and ready, the fish took the hook, swallowing the wiggly worm
in one big gulp. Didn’t even chew! No surprise there. It never failed to amaze
her how some turned over and showed their bellies quicker than a mistreated
mutt.
    “Whaddaya want
from me?” His eagerness to spill his guts made her sick. It didn’t seem to
matter what it was she wanted.   He
looked ready and willing to share.
    “You know a guy
called Earl Rhondo?”
    The light went out
as if she’d doused the wick.
    “Nah! Never heard
of him.” His excitement waned, and his face shut down. Clearly, he feared
Rhondo more than he wanted his freedom.
    Move in quick.
Don’t give him a chance to grow balls. She shoved
the table away from him and pushed her knee over the handcuffs on his hands,
forced them down into his crotch. Snagging the piercing on his left eyebrow,
she twisted hard.
    “You wouldn’t look
so good with a torn face, now would you? Girls don’t like a freaky-looking
dude. And I want Rhondo enough to make a real mess of this pretty mug of
yours.” Moving in real close, her face inches from his, she sneered her
disgust.
    The pussy couldn’t
take it. He screamed and tried to push her away, but by blocking the handcuffs,
she’d pretty well made that impossible.
    In a reasonable
sounding voice, she added. “You gotta know I’d lose my job if anyone found out
that