"We found this on the DOA β I mean on Janet's person." Ieasha proclaims, holding up a little white piece of cardstock.
Jim cringed. He knows he has to separate himself from the situation. If he does not remove his emotions, then he will never find the killer.
"What is it?"
"It's a business card, from some place called PARADISE CITY."
"You're sure?"
"I have it right here."
`Jim was surprised. Paradise City is a club for voyeurs and swingers, certainly not the kind of place that Janet would have frequented.
"We should check it out," Ieasha suggests, "Its out only lead."
Jim walks toward her. He can't help being stricken by her height and beauty. Shaking those thoughts from her head he agrees.
"Yea we need to follow this thread, see how far it will go."
"Great, I'll get the car and a photograph to pass around. "
"No."
"No?"
"The kinds of people in these clubs, they treasure their privacy. They don't want to have a couple of cops asking questions. The best thing we can do is observe the place, lay low."
"So, you want to meet here, in say an hour? They we can head over?"
Jim returned an hour later, having changed into a pair of jeans, a white and blue buttoned down shirt and a pair of flip flops. He didn't head home, instead used the spare clothes in his locker. He called Shan and left a message and waited for his partner.
Ieasha arrived wearing a khaki mini-skirt and a long sleeve brown shirt. The shirt left her mid-riff exposed and was cut low, so that her breasts pushing near the top. "No place for my gun," she stated with a grin.
"We shouldn't need it. And if anything goes wrong, I have mine."
Without a word, Jim grabs Ieasha's ass and pulls her to him. He grabs a handful of rump, as his mouth opens hers and their tongues push in toward each other. He feels her resist...at first. Slowly he feels her body melt into his. Their kiss slows, and then builds faster as her breasts press against his chest. A few seconds pass before she breaks from the embrace.
"Why did you do that?" she asks, her voice cracking.