Chapter 3: I'll hum it for you. Da ... dee ... da ... dee ... da ... dum...

Tuesday evening of the following week I was in the den going over some of our financing when Vicky came in and informed me that some girl named Kitty was on the phone.

"She asked for Dana but when I told her Dana wasn't home I asked her if she wanted to speak to you and she asked if you were the cop that had been with Dana and Candy. I told her yeah I think so and she said she'd talk to you. She's on the phone now."

"Thanks Vic," I said getting up and then quickly making my way to the phone.

"Hello, Kitty?" I said into the mouthpiece.

"Mr. look like Jimmy only handsomer cop guy?" Kitty questioned. I recognized her voice.

"The one and only," I informed her.

"You live with Dana Peel?"

"Yeah," I answered truthfully. "It's kind of complicated."

"What's complicated?" Kitty returned. "She hot and you're a stud. Makes all the sense in the world. Guess you're not gonna want that freebie from me then huh?"

"Any man would consider it an honor to spend time with you Kitty, you're a very attractive young woman. But I'm afraid I'm already taken." I replied.

"God but you're smooth. That freebie is defiantly on if you ever want it. Anyway I just called to let Dana know that that creepy guy showed up about a half hour ago. He's still hanging around that same corner I told you about before, just looking creepy."

"Okay. Thanks Kitty. I'll get a hold of Dana or Candy. We'll get down there as soon as possible."

"Okay." Kitty said and then she added, "Anything new about Sara?"

"No, nothing yet," I told her. "Hopefully creepy guy will supply the lead the FBI needs."

"Yeah," Kitty responded but she didn't sound all the enthusiastic. "Gotta go, there's some guy in a big ass Buick who can't take his eyes off my rear end. Bye."

"Bye Kitty. Remember to use a condom okay?" I reminded her.

"Okay daddy. And just so you're happy, I haven't let anyone ride me without a raincoat on since the last time I saw you. Happy now?"

"Yes, happy now." I told her. "And Kitty ... thanks."

"Sure thing papa, anything to keep you happy. Bye."

"Bye." We rung off.

I dialed the FBI office and asked for Dana or Candy but was informed they were both in a meeting and were not available. Would I like to speak with another Agent? No. Would I like to leave a message? No. Would I like to leave my name? No. I hung up.

I rounded up Kim, Jen, Vicky, Maria and Pat and told them I was heading downtown to look over the creepy guy we were investigating asking them to get a hold of Dana or Candy as soon as they got out of their meeting and let them know where I had gone.

Every one of them demanded to go along with me but I assured them that I would be a lot less conspicuous by myself than being accompanied by some knock-down gorgeous dame, and all I was going to do was observe anyway and there was absolutely no danger involved, and I wanted them all to stay together.

Reluctantly they finally agreed. I threw on my suit jacket, packed on the loaded Colt .45 without the girls seeing me do it, and then drove the Bronco downtown.

I drove past the corner that Kitty had told us she had previously seen the creepy guy and I spotted him right away. He looked just like the description we had been given and even I thought him to look creepy.

I made a U-turn a couple of blocks up and then parked about half a block away from the creepy guy. Then I just sat watching and waiting.

About ten minutes later I all most shit my pants when someone knocked on the car's passenger door window. Some detective I was. I hadn't even heard or seen anybody approaching. I looked over and saw it was Kitty that was banging on the window. I rolled the window down and Kitty said, "Hi cowboy want a date?"

"Hi yourself, you scared the crap out of me Kitty. Don't go sneaking up on me like that." I told her but my voice wasn't angry.

"Sneak! I didn't sneak I just walked up. And I was wiggling my ass all the way too, hoping you'd take notice I might add." Kitty answered as she reached inside the window, pulled up the door lock, and then got into the car sitting down next to me. "See him over there?"

"Yeah," I answered. "I've been watching him for about ten minutes or so. Is that all he does, just stand there?"

"Don't know. I've only seen him that one time before." Kitty responded.

"Hmm yeah. Hey, I didn't expect to see you here. What happened to the big ass Buick guy that couldn't keep his eyes off your butt?" I asked.

"Aw, he turned out to be a major hoser." Kitty answered. "I don't think he even owned the car. He wanted a blow job for two bucks. Said that's all he had. Can you imagine me giving some guy head for two lousy bucks?"

"No. I can't say I could imagine that." I responded.

"You on the other hand," She said. "I'll lean over and suck you off for free right now."

"Kitty, I told you I'm spoken for."

"Yeah, I know. Hell, it's just a blow job. It's not like we're gonna fuck or anything. I'll even swallow and everything. I really suck a mean cock if I like the guy."

I laughed, "I'll just bet you do."

"Go ahead and laugh," Kitty returned. "But I'm the one they got the terms, can suck a golf ball through a garden hose, and can suck the chrome off a bumper from. You don't know what you're missing."

"I'm sure you're right but like you said, things are as they are for now. Tomorrow ... who knows?" I answered.

"Yeah," Kitty responded but she didn't sound as upbeat as before.

I knew I couldn't save everyone. Hell, I wouldn't even be able to make a dent in the problems I saw all around me on this street, but I liked this kid and maybe I could do something about her.

"Kitty," I said with all seriousness. "Don't take this the wrong way but how about you taking a little time off? I've got a little money saved up and I'd really like to see you get cleaned up."

"What! You think I'm just some ordinary run of the mill junky whore!" She snapped back. "Sure, I do a little shit now and then just to take the edge off, but I don't have no hundred dollar a day habit or anything like some of the others. And I..."

"Kitty, please," I interrupted her. "I really didn't want you to take me wrong. I just want to help. You may not be like the others now, but if you keep going down the road you're headed on, you sure as hell will end up there. Let me help you okay."

"So I'd be like a kept woman?" She asked.

"If that what it takes, you're more than welcome to think of it that way." I answered.

"Would you expect me to let you fuck me anytime you wanted, and would you expect me to do all sorts of kinky sexual stuff?"

"No, of course not. I wouldn't expect anything other than you to try real hard to improve your life." I answered.

"No thanks then." Kitty responded. "The only honest way a kept woman can pay for what she gets is by sucking, fucking and doing kinky sexual stuff."

"Damn it Kitty I'm being serious here." I said with frustration in my voice.

"Okay, so you're being serious," Kitty responded calmly. "You're being serious and I'm trying to figure out want it is you really want from me."

"Kitty..." I started but she just continued talking ignoring me.

"Hmm ... Now let's see ... Oh yeah, my older brother wanted pussy, he started fucking me when I was eight. Oh, and both my dad and uncle wanted pussy too, if my brother wasn't sticking it in me then those two were. Gee, when I was thirteen I found out my uncle's boss wanted pussy too. For two years my uncle let him fuck me a couple of times a month just so he could keep his job. Heck, now that I think about it, it seems like what most guys want from me is pussy. When I was seventeen, just before I ran away and went into business for myself, my brother invited a bunch of his friends over and I was the entertainment. They call what I did that night pulling a train because one after another drunken slob boarded me while the others looked on and cheered whoever happened to be doing me at the time. Some of the guys even slapped me around a little in order to get me to spread my legs, or open my mouth for them a second or even a third time that night. So you see I know what men want. I just can't figure out what is it you want? I don't think it's my pussy because I've already offered that to you, but it's got to be something. Hell, I don't even know your fucking name."

I looked into her eyes and was prompted to put my arms around her but I didn't, instead I told her calmly. "It's Sam Kitty. My name is Sam. I'm sorry about your past, so very sorry. Believe me I would change it if I could. Where was your mother when all this was going on?"

"Oh, my dad and uncle had been passing her around for as long as I can remember. When my brother got old enough he joined in. They gave her to my uncle's boss too. Then after I ran away I heard she'd killed herself. I guess maybe my running away put her over the edge an..."

Then she started to cry. This time I did put my arms around her and I drew her tight to me holding her head to my chest, "It's not your fault you know. Don't blame yourself for something that others have done. You know honey, believe it or not there are still some good people in the world, people that don't just want or take from others. Kitty, from the first moment I saw you I knew I liked you. You're a smart girl with a lot to offer the world. I know with a little help you'll easily climb out of this pit. It may be one inch at a time. But climb out of it you will and then you'll make something of your life. Let me help."

She backed away and looked up at me strangely and then said, "First the rubbers and now this. You're for real aren't you?"

I just smiled and answered, "Uh huh. As real as they come Kitty."

"Wanda, you can call me Wanda." She said softly wiping away her tears with the knuckles of her hands.

"Okay Wanda, so what do you say?" I asked.

"My whole life I've never had many friends but I considered Sara to be one. You do your cop thing and find out who took my friend away from me and then we'll talk. Okay?"

"Okay. But I'm going to hold you to that." I answered.

Then Kitty smiled and took on the same playful attitude she'd had before I offered to sponsor her. "You do that daddy; hold me to it ... tightly I hope."

I felt I needed to change the subject so looking up at Creepy I said, "You know, it's been over half an hour and our friend over there hasn't done anything except stand around. I wonder what in the hell he's up too?"

"Yeah, creepy huh?" Wanda returned. Then she added, "Isn't there any way you can just go over and find out his name, or ask him what in the fuck he's doing or something?"

"I don't know," I answered. "I wish Dana was here, she's better qualified to know what to do in these situations. I'd hate to scare the guy off; we may not get another chance to find out who in the hell he is."

"So what's your plan then?" Wanda questioned.

"I really didn't have one," I answered her honestly. "I was hoping either Dana or Candy would be here by now. I guess all I can do is sit and wait until he leaves and then follow him. If I can find out where he lives, I'm sure Dana will be able to put a name to him."