Days can always get worse

Rick spent the rest of the day giving mini-massages to the stream of women who'd been unable to get into his studio the previous night. Some of the women were attractive and he normally would have been having a great time but he was in a bad mood after that morning's events. While he was able to concentrate and give each woman a pleasant experience, he couldn't really get into it himself. It was possible some of those women would have been helpful in researching bio-DNA but he just didn't have the energy left to pursue the topic.

At eight, when Usha poked her head into his office, he assumed he had another client and unsuccessfully tried to stifle a sigh.

"Bad news," Usha said.

"Why am I not surprised. What now?"

"They just arrested Kat."

"What?" That simply didn't seem possible.

"Her boyfriend claims she attacked him and beat him up. He convinced the police there were fifty women witness to her beating up another man and he says she's just gone anti-male."

"Where is she now?"

"Plano PD lockup."

When he'd told himself the day couldn't get worse, Rick had clearly jinxed the system. The gym needed Kat, with her charisma and talents. And he needed the gym both as a place to stay and as an intelligence center for gathering the information he needed to destroy the bio-DNA assholes. But even without that, he had a sneaking suspicion that Kat's boyfriend wouldn't be accusing her of anything if she hadn't gone off for the weekend with Rick. Which made it his responsibility.

"Okay, I'm going to call my ex-sister-in-law who's a lawyer and we're going to Plano PD to see what we need to do to get her released. Unless there's someone responsible we can leave here, let's shut down the gym."

Ten minutes later, they were at Plano PD where a fat bald police sergeant refused to let them see Kat, refused to admit they even had Kat in custody, and editorialized to Rick that he suspected Kat was one of those lesbo dykes who hates men and deserved everything that was going to happen to him.

"Call the boyfriend and see if you can get him to drop charges," Rick said. "I'll call Eliza and see where the hell she is."

"Where the hell who is?" Eliza chose that moment to walk through the door.