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“At first? Fuck yeah. Then I kept thinking to myself, I’d have noticed her. She was exactly my type, and if she were within eyesight of me, I would have noticed her. We were in my house off base, and she started asking me questions about flying and the jets I flew. I don’t drink but had a glass of iced tea. I started feeling fuzzy and just wanted to lie down.
“I remember that I told her several times to leave, and she kept saying she was going to take care of me. It was four days later that I woke, in my apartment, on the sofa, and remembered nothing.”
“Nothing stolen? Nothing moved?” asked Moose.
“No, sir.” Moose looked at Daniel.
“It was a bar for me. She offered to give me a blow job in my car,” he blushed, looking down at his hands. “Fucking stupid. I was feeling off the minute I walked out of that damn bar. She got me in the driver’s seat, took my dick out, and started to go to town. That was all I remembered.”
“No needle stick or anything?” asked Nate.
“Nothing. They found me in my car a block away from where I’d originally parked. CID said they thought maybe they couldn’t get the car in the original spot, so just left me wherever there was a vacant slot.”
“And the woman?” asked Nate.
“Blonde. Maybe five-six, five-seven. Blue eyes, but they were unnaturally blue, like she was wearing contacts. Long, fake nails. Not usually my type, but–“
“But she offered to suck your dick,” frowned Commander Morris.
“Yes, sir.”
“Look, I know it’s hard for all of you. I know you’re embarrassed and disappointed in yourselves. But it’s clear that these women, and whoever is behind this, are well-trained and have done this before.”
“Will we fly again?” asked Daniel.
“I can’t answer that,” said Morris. “We have to complete the CID investigation and get an opinion from JAG. Technically, none of you did anything wrong; you just had piss poor judgment. That’s not a crime, but it doesn’t look good for any of you.”
“Yes, sir,” they said together.
“Are we excused, sir?” asked Lucas. Morris looked at the VG men, and they nodded.
“Gentlemen, if any of these women approach you again, or if you see them, do not approach them. Whatever happened with Mick and the woman he was with means they’re willing to kill to get what they want.”
The four men left the room, their heads down and their morale at an all-time low.
“What do you think?” asked Morris.
“I think we need to find whoever is behind this, or something far worse is going to happen.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
U-Jin, Ethan, Dan, and Abe walked into the Mustang, the dive bar where Mick’s body was found. It smelled of stale beer, piss, and sweat.
“What woman would come in here?” frowned Dan.
“A desperate one,” said U-Jin. “Or one that gets paid for her services.” He nodded toward a table of girls that looked like they were definitely getting paid for their services. They were splitting a large order of French fries and five waters.
“I’ll take them,” said Ethan. He walked toward the table, and the girls looked him up and down, smiling.
“You’re not the usual in this bar, but you’re damn hot for whatever age you are,” said one of the girls.
“My wife thinks so, too,” said Ethan. They sobered just starting at him.
“You a cop?”
“Nope. Do I need a cop?” They said nothing, starting to stand. “Listen, burgers and fries for all of you if you just give me ten minutes.”
The girls looked scared but finally nodded.
