No. But they talk to her

A couple of phone calls to friendly judges got Eliza admitted to talk to Kat while Usha and Rick sat in uncomfortable steel chairs under the unfriendly and watchful eyes of the sergeant.

"Know what the Bible says you should do to women who attack men?" he demanded. "Burn 'em. We got soft when we forgot where the law came from."

Rick wasn't sure the Bible really had anything to say about women beating up men but he wasn't going to convince this guy of anything.

"We should set her up as a martyr," Usha said. "She defended herself and now the cops, worried about being emasculated, are going after her."

"We should get her out of jail and back to work," Rick countered. "I thought you were going to call the boyfriend and get him to drop charges."

"He won't. He's pissed at you and he's pissed at me and he's pissed at Kat."

As a marketing man, Rick subscribed to the belief that all publicity is good publicity. Still, the cops and the boyfriend would create a story of Kat being a man-eating lesbian and he just didn't think that was the kind of message that would help the gym... or his efforts to bring down bio-DNA's executives. Because the message of Kat's gym was that ordinary women could be strong, not that they had to become some freakish muscle-bound lesbians to be strong.

A few minutes later, Eliza came out of whatever holding room she'd met Kat in and summoned the two of them out.

None of them had eaten, so they found a Black-Eyed Pea restaurant and Eliza updated them on the situation.

Kat claimed that her boyfriend had insisted on sex when she hadn't been interested. He'd gotten forceful and she'd decided she'd had enough. With all of the injuries she was still carrying from the boxing match, she hadn't been able to point to any specific damage the boyfriend had done and he'd gotten himself a black eye.

"Sounds like her word against his," Rick said. "How can they convict on that?"

Both Eliza and Usha looked at him. "Okay, I get it," he finally said when he realized they were waiting for him to answer his own question. "The real question is, what do we do next?"