‘States with good interdiction, and those aren’t many, usually find a helpful FBI or DEA working with them if State lines are crossed. In this Sta...e, the FBI or DEA pretty much has to come to the County-level LEOs to get anything done… assuming they, the Feds, want to get something done.’ ‘And of course,’ I said, ‘once we take out a group like the Viscottis or the Beanstalkers, you’re looking at new groups coming in and replacing them. Gangs, like MS-13, motorcycle gangs, such as the Hell’s. I also gave both girls two-foot long tongues. I did not ask, nor did I want to know in advance, where they were headed.Which, it turned out, was a busy dance club in Bakersfield, Club Odyssey. Crowded, dark and very loud, it was a perfect venue to play with their new toys. Along about 11 p.m., I got a call from Stacy’s cell phone.“Hi, dad?”“Hey. Everything OK?”“That’d be a yes,” she said over the thumping music. “Dad, can you use my phone to get a bearing on our table?”She meant with Master. Tears burned in my eyes. I stared up at him, not sure what to say.He crouched down to look directly at me and wiped at my tears with hazy fingers. “It’s okay. You’re safe now. You’re free.”“Free?” The word croaked out of me, scaring me. Free ... Me?He nodded his head and then kissed me on the forehead.“I see you’ve gravitated to the naked girl, brother mine,” a woman said.My head whipped around. A Zeutchian beauty stepped up to the slave cart. She wore pink robes that left her arms bare and her. Okay?" Sure. I'll be waiting right here," I answered. I was alittle perplexed by her words, wondering what she might beplanning. I expected Niccole to produce boxes from thedepartment store and let me see the undergarments she saidshe had bought. Apparently, she planned something else. Mypulse beat a little faster, thinking about the variouspossibilities."Okay, you can come look now," Niccole's voice came from downthe hall. Following her voice, I went down the hall toNiccole's bedroom. .