Security didn't look right to Tiffany

"All right," Tiffany said after the three of them had come down from their orgasm highs, "I spent some time with a chick who calls herself 'Nancy Drew,' if you can believe that nonsense. Supposedly she's the new chief of security here."

"Calls herself?" Kat demanded at the same time as Rick said "Supposedly?"

"Yes to both," Tiffany answered. "For those of you who don't know, Nancy Drew was the heroine of a zillion books for pre-teen girls following the adventures of a girl detective. And supposedly because as of two days ago, the casino's security chief was someone completely different and there was no mention of our friend 'Nancy' anywhere. Nor have I been able to find any mention of her handling security in other casinos or in the police scuttlebutt network."

"Cops have a scuttlebutt network?" Kat asked.

"Of course."

"So, you think this Nancy chick got sent here right around the time we contacted our buddy, scrawny Mike," Rick summarized.

"And that it isn't coincidence... nor a helpful gesture."

"Maybe we should head out and pay good-ole Mike a visit." Kat opened her suitcase to display an impressive arsenal of martial arts weaponry. "He folded so good when I touched him with my nailfile. I just wonder what he'd do if I poked my sai up his ass."

"Maybe later," Rick said. "But since we're here, we might as well start with our new best friend, Nancy."

"Want me to come along," Kat suggested. "Take me two seconds to get my cop uniform back on."

"Hang in the hall outside her office. I want to keep this visit friendly if I can. After all, we're doing business in her hotel and casino. Considering the problems I had with security last time I was here, I'll want to make sure things are on the up-and-up."

"Plus you heard she was a 'chick'." Kat gave a giggle.

"Tough chick," Tiffany corrected.

"I like tough chicks," Rick said. Which, considering the two women he was with, wasn't an overstatement.