That's exactly what he suggests

Rick enjoyed the soft sensation of Usha's good morning blowjob, then gently gathered Kat to him and whispered in her ear, "Any chance we can maybe get to the gym a little late this morning?"

She made a contented sound, sort of halfway between a grunt and a sigh, and shrugged. "You're the one with all the appointments. Do you think you'd cause a riot if you didn't show up and one of your babes didn't get their orgasm?"

"Probably not a major riot."

"Well, then we should--"

What they should do remained forever unknown because they were interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

"If that's my ex-husband delivering Tanya, I think I'll have to castrate him," Usha said as she draped a robe around herself and headed for the door.

The knock came again before she got there... even louder this time.

"Maybe it's some religious group trying to save our souls," Rick suggested.

"I'm pretty sure yours is past salvation." Kat kissed him on the mouth, then struggled to her feet. "I think this is karma's way of telling us to get off our asses and back to work."

Rick looked for his pants and realized they were still in the living room which right then was the source of several male voices.

Abruptly Usha's voice could be heard. "You are kidding.... No, of course we have no idea. My co-owner is here right now. I'll get her."

Usha burst into the bedroom, grabbed Kat and dragged her out, ignoring the winces the quick movement was causing her friend. "There was a fire at the gym," she said as she closed the door, with Rick on the other side.

A fire? His heart sank. Barbara was annoying enough that it was easy to believe she would make enemies. The bomb could have been set for her with no connection to Rick at all. But a fire at the gym, a place where he was known to be staying, was too much of a coincidence to be believed. It was pure luck that Kat had suggested the threesome. If she hadn't, he might have been burned to a crisp along with the gym.

Depending on the damage, he was also unemployed and homeless again, he realized.

Kat had said something about karma. If karma had to repay his finally fulfilling his fantasy threesome with destroying Kat's dream, he would have to think twice about ever having a fantasy again.

A minute later, Usha opened the bedroom door, tossed him a robe, and ordered him into the living room.

Two men in bad-fitting suits glared at him. Each was probably thirty pounds overweight. One was bald on top with a fringe around the sides and the other had shaved his head to hide his baldness. One word immediately came to Rick's mind. Cops.

"Mr. Peters," one said. "Can you tell us your whereabouts over the past twelve hours?"

"I was here."

"With these two ladies?"

"Yes."

"Can you swear that neither of them left your sight all night?"

"Uh... well, I dozed off around five in the morning but I think I would have noticed if either of them left the apartment."

The second detective gave him a scowl. "Lying to police officers is a serious crime."

"I'm not lying. Do I need to call my lawyer."

"If you're innocent, why would you need a lawyer."

That answered that question. He needed to call Eliza. He wondered exactly how she'd feel about learning he'd just shared a threesome and she hadn't been involved.

"Let me get my phone and I'll call her."

He managed two steps before the scowling detective grabbed him and threw him against the wall. "We'll let you know when you can make phone calls. Right now we're doing the talking."

Okay, this was definitely not friendly questioning. What he couldn't figure out was why the cops would think any of them would set fire to the gym.