The two men standing behind Keon chuckled causing Diesel to look towards them. “Hellooooo nurse! Who are you two tall drinks of water?”
Pratt pointed their right hands out to Diesel. “Happily married, luckily for them, whoever they are.” Pratt turned to look at the two men, “Sorry gentlemen, we don’t let her out very often. Unfortunately, our sergeant forgot the muzzle and leash back in California.”
“Should have brought your ball gag to use for her.”
“Didn’t you use it last night for your one-night stand? Oh wait, was it the big guy with the monkey spanking problem?” Pratt fired back at Raso without missing a beat.
Diesel cheered, clapping as she sat back down. “Dayum, shots fired baby. Oh, I know, let’s get everyone together, have a few drinks and discuss the case over a game of monopoly.”
“Is that what you gypsy’s call orgy’s now?” York asked with a raised eyebrow, causing Cortez and Pratt to choke on their laughter.
Hottie number one, as Cortez, Pratt, Raso and York had dubbed him, leaned into Keon. “Are they always like this?”
“This is actually mild for them. It’s how they deal with the shit they see. No different than the rest of us.”
Hottie number two joined the discussion, leaning in, while watching the banter between the women. “What do you mean ‘the shit they see’?”
Keon looked over at his goddaughter then looked back at the two men. “These women aren’t just your normal detectives. They are a special task force used by their Sheriff to go after human traffickers.”
“Uncle Larry, do you know anything about a club called the Covenant?” Pratt joined the small group, oblivious to the reaction from the two men.
“Ummm, it’s a very private sex club that caters to the BDSM lifestyle. One of the best in the area, if not the state.”
Diesel laughed, rolling her eyes. “They can’t be that good if they had let that asshole in.”
“Can it, Diesel. Hold your judgement until Cortez and York speak with Mr. Sawyer tomorrow.” Sgt. Brocard looked over at the three men, “Robinson and his crew hid for three years. We really don’t know anything until we have our meeting with the owner and find out how he got into the club.”
“Sarge is right. Mitch Sawyer didn’t have Robinson or any of the other names we gave him on his list of guest or members when we called him earlier. He’s willing to meet with us to look at the photos of the suspects and see if he can find something to helps us figure out why Robinson had a guest band for the club,” Pratt backed her team leader up.
Hottie number one coughed as he gestured with his hand to follow him. “Ladies, our private room is ready for us. Keon mentioned meeting in there while we all ate.”
3
Alpha Squad followed the three men into the large private room that semi packed with a large group of big men, who were already seated at a couple of the tables in the room.
“Fuck a rubber duck,” Raso grouched as she looked around the room. “What are the fucking odds squidward would be here for his military training?”
“Hello lasses! What are ye doing here?” Highlander walked up to the group standing in the doorway, leaning down and giving his wife a brief kiss that had Pratt leaning into it as he pulled away.
Pratt smiled up to her husband, enjoying the smell of his cologne he wore when he was stateside. “Hello yourself handsome. I take it you’re training is here in Tampa?”
“Aye that we are love. They have us training some with Trident Security on some new maneuvers and equipment they are developing for SEALs and themselves.”
“Wait, you’re training with Trident?”
“Aye” Highlander drew out the ‘e’ in his answer, hesitant as he watched his wife look at the unknown men around them.
“Ice is right…fuck a rubber duck!” Pratt looked down at her feet, shaking her head before looking over to Cortez.
“Why?”
“Those three guys from the crime scene, they are part of Trident Security.”
“Shit on a stick!”
Diesel walked over to the two women, laughing a little too loud. “Well, at least squidward and the three hotties didn’t see you take out SSA Dumbass earlier.”
“SSA Dumbass?” Keon asked, looking over at Pratt confused.
