Katja goes to the ice-cream shop

Katja approached the service window of the ice-cream stand, which announced itself as "Scoops" on a whimsically colored sign listing dozens of flavor options. A chubby teenager stood nearby staring vacantly through the window with a cup of half-melted ice-cream in his hand, and Katja smiled indulgently at him as he broke his gaze and looked over at her. The blonde cop then noticed the semi-erection pressing against the front of his swim trunks, and she turned away from him as she felt her face turn red.

She was greeted at the window by a white man in his forties with premature wrinkles on his tanned face and wearing a white polo shirt. "Welcome to Scoops, miss," he said jovially.

"Hi, my name is Kate Perssen," the blonde advised him professionally as she searched through her purse for her badge and notebook. "What's yours?"

"Jeff Meyer," he replied as he studied her police badge. "Is there some kind of trouble?"

"Who said anything about trouble?" she smirked as she jotted down his name. "Were you working here on Saturday?"

"Uh, off and on," he stammered. "I went to the horse track for awhile in the afternoon. I'm the owner... Do I need a lawyer?"

The blonde snapped her book shut and shot him a look. "Maybe, I'm not ruling out any suspects just yet... do you know Melissa O'Neal, also known as Missy?"

"That name sounds familiar..." Meyer thought about it for a moment before making the connection. "Oh sure, she's that cute redhead police girl on the bike. Is she a friend of yours?"

"I'm just looking to figure out who saw her on Saturday."

"I don't remember seeing her, but my daughter Karen would," he said, gesturing behind him. Katja hadn't noticed the pretty teenager bent over the display freezer behind Jeff. She wore a tight tanktop with Scoops emblazoned across the front, with a scooper and scoop of ice-cream positioned suggestively over each of her breasts. Her long brown hair was swept over one shoulder, and when bent over one could see down the front of her top and much of her creamy-white breasts. "Missy was quite friendly with her, and Karen worked on Saturday."

As Jeff went to fetch his daughter, Katja glanced behind her. Sure enough, the chubby teen with the melted ice-cream was still rooted in place, ideally positioned to catch the down-blouse show Karen was unwittingly providing. The policewoman caught his eye, but far from sheepishly slinking away in shame, he simply winked at her.

"Officer Kate?" Karen ventured in a soft voice, attracting the blonde's attention.

"Yes, Kate Perssen," she confirmed. "I understand you know Missy O'Neal?" Karen nodded shyly. "Did you see her on Saturday?" Karen paused, then shook her head, lip quivering, her green eyes darting sideways to avoid eye contact.