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The sergeant said, "Her name is Wanda Wetbush."

With a stunned look on his face, Rizzo said, "You've GOT TO BE kidding!"

"I'm not kidding, sir."

"Ok, put her in integration room two, serg," Rizzo said shaking his head.

Jimmy walked into Rizzo's office as he was gathering Wanda's file. "Are we ready to put this working girl on the straight and narrow path? What's her name?"

"Wanda Wetbush!"

"You're kidding, aren't you?" Jimmy chuckled.

"Do I look like I'm kidding," Rizzo stared. "We're going to interrogation room two. Follow me."

They arrived at room two as the serg walked in with a stunning, slender, long legged blonde, dressed like a street walker. She looked to be in her middle twenties. Her natural blonde hair set off her tanned, shapely body. The serg said, "Fellows meet Ms. Wanda Wetbush. Wanda meet the fellows."

They nodded at each other. Wanda wore a scowl on her face and a red skirt with white halter top. Most of her tan midsection revealed the beginnings of a exercised six-pack. They took seats on the opposite side of the table.

Rizzo opened with, "I'm detective Rick Rizzo and this is Jimmy Kohl. Mr. Kohl is an attorney."

"Are you my public defender?" Wanda asked Jimmy.

"You may not need a public defender." Jimmy said. "But, I will represent you pro bono in this matter, if you wish."

"What matter? You don't have anything on me!"

Jimmy ignored her innocent plea. He calmly stated Rizzo's proposal. He detailed the snitch and working girl aspects of the plan. He finished with, "If you hold up your end of the deal, you have the option to be put into the federal witness protection program. Basically, you can start over, clean and fresh, if you want to."

Wanda sat across the table with a confused expression on her face. After a minute passed, Rizzo asked, "Are you ok?"

She glanced at Jimmy. "As my attorney, would you advise me to do this?"

Jimmy visualized the logic to use. "I don't know you're background except what's in detective Rizzo's file. But considering the life expectancy of women in your profession, I'd say it's worth your serious consideration. It might help if you tell us what you think we want you to do."

"Wanda Wetbush isn't my real name. I changed my name to make porno films but I found out that I'm not such a good actress. You know those actresses only pretend to have orgasms in those movies. I guess I wasn't a good enough moaner and screamer."

Jimmy and Rizzo smiled a friendly smile. "Continue," Jimmy softly encouraged.

"You want me to audition as a dancer at the Galaxy Hotel. You want me to act interested in some guy named Ralph Locci. He's a big shot at the hotel. If he dates me or whatever, you want me to spy on him. You want names, dates, associates, especially anything to do with politicians. I tell you what I find out by recording the information on a key-ring recorder that holds my car key. I exchange the key-ring recorder and key at a drop location every day. When there's no spare key-ring in the drop box, I call detective Rizzo from a pay phone. When my job is done, I have the option of going into the federal witness protection program and I start my new identity anywhere in the U.S. I want to."

"Awesome Wanda," Rizzo said with surprised glee.

"What do you think?" Jimmy asked.

"I want to live near my family in Florida. You know Florida doesn't have any state income tax. I plan on making money and going straight."

"Is that a yes?" Rizzo asked.

"Yes, that's a yes!" Wanda said excitedly. "Oh, what's Rizzo's phone number?"

"Good," Rizzo started handing her his card. "Memorize it. Then destroy it."

Wanda smiled for the first time. Her wide mouth, Farrah Fawcett smile, brightened the room. She beamed, "I'll destroy the paper like in Mission Impossible."

Rizzo grinned. "Hopefully, this isn't an impossible mission. Here's a file on your target, Ralph Locci. You'll have today and tonight to memorize it. We'll put you up in the motel down the street for tonight. But first our undercover people will give you a makeover. They'll take you shopping for new clothes, make-up, you know girly things. Tomorrow you start, pretty woman."

Wanda sat straighter in her chair when Rizzo said, pretty woman. She never dreamed she'd grow up and be on the streets hooking for a living.

Her childhood dream of being a dancer began at the age of seven. She was Mary Ellen Foster back then. Her mom's favorite movie was Shall We Dance with Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. Mary Ellen danced her way through the movie, copying Ginger Rogers. Her mom would clap her approval at the end of each scene. That was before mom died of ovarian cancer.

Rizzo shook Wanda's hand. She came around the table and gave Jimmy a full body hug. "Thanks for caring about me," she said with a tear for her mom in her eye.

Jimmy smiled, "You're doing the smart thing." Jimmy left the room still feeling the impressions of her breasts.

"How come you get the hug?" Rizzo stated as they walked to his office.

"Because, I'm loveable. Just ask my sweetness."

"Your sweetness is going to help us with Wanda. We'll talk at dinner tonight."

"Why don't we have drinks at my office with the girls. I'll feel better if we get this spy stuff discussed in private. Restaurants have ears."

Rizzo sent a text to Tonya. A minute later she responded.

"What did she say?" Jimmy asked.

"It's the girl's night off."

"Sweet, I'll get my sugar fix early for a change," Jimmy said. "We'll meet at six. I'll have something set up in the my conference room."

Rizzo pursed his lips. "See you then. Remember sweetened not stirred."