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Millekβs recollection is too nuanced, and tallies too neatly with what I already know about Blackβs trip from Olsen and MacDonald, to be fabricated. I make several notes.
βOn any night, did you have to clean up room service trays or food heβd brought back to his cabin?β
Millek nods. βThursday. Friday.β He counts them off on his fingers. βSaturday morning.β
Those would be the nights he was aboard without Olsen, except the Saturday night farewell extravaganza, which I know from briefings with the cruise line was a pig roast held on the Lido deck. Since Black mentioned to MacDonald he was looking forward to that meal, it makes sense he would have gone to it, instead of having food delivered to his room.
βRoom service or just food heβd brought back from the buffet?β I ask.
βRoom service. Tray.β Millek cups his hands like a lid and I nod.
Black had several meals delivered. Thatβs a route out of the kitchens if there ever was one.
βWas Mr. Black sick at all during the trip? Did you see any vomit? Anything in the bathroom?β
Millek shakes his head. βGood water. No sick.β
Iβm not sure if he means that Black stuck to bottled water or that the seas were calm, but it doesnβt really matter. Iβll have Michael double-check with the infirmary staff, but it sounds like Black only showed symptoms once he left the boat.
Millek watches me, anxiety creasing his long, thin face. βNothing wrong in food,β he says.
βNo, I donβt think anything was wrong with the food, either. Did you clean his bathroom? Did you see pill bottles?β
βClean bathroom two time every day. Orange.β Millek holds his fingers about three inches apart and shakes them, like heβs shaking a bottle of pills.
Lots of prescriptions come in dark orange plastic containers.
βHow many bottles?β I ask.
Millek holds up two fingers, then waggles his hand. βMaybe three.β
Not exactly a pharmacy.
βDid you see any pink pills?β
Millek shrugs. βJust bottle.β
In which Black could easily have put the pink pills. Particularly since the color could have distinguished them from the other pills in the bottle.
βBlack was travelling with a woman, Chrisjean Olsen. Did you clean her room, too?β
Millek nods. βLeft early. Final clean. Lock up.β
βNo one went in her room after Ms. Olsen left?β
Millek shakes his head.
βDid you see anyone in Mr. Blackβs room with him other than Ms. Olsen?β
Millek nods. He crunches his hands in front of him. I shake my head and he tries again, making bigger motions until I understand his pantomime.
βHe had a massage? Was that in his room?β
Millek nods. βCome back later.β
βHe told you to come back later because he was having a massage?β
Millek nods.
βWas it just the once?β
Millek shakes his head and holds up three fingers.
βBlack had three massages?β
Millek nods and I make notes. I can verify the massages with the Pink Pearl Spa. Although I donβt see a connection between the kitchen staff and a masseuse, any contact between Black and the crew is worth looking into.
βAnyone else you can remember being in Mr. Blackβs room?β
Millek shakes his head.
βThank you, Jan,β I say warmly. βI really appreciate your time. Youβve been a huge help.β
He holds his hands out. βSorry. Mr. Black nice man.β
I nod. I understand all of the staff feeling bad about Blackβs death. βIβll do my best to find out what killed Mr. Black and make sure it doesnβt hurt any other guest.β
βHvala vam,β Millek says.
When I stand and hold my hand out to him, he pumps it.
I show Millek out, make a few more notes and then put my notebook and computer in the room safe with a sigh of relief. My interviews for the day are done. Iβve found out a lot, have a skeleton outline of the victimβs movements, and, Dan Reyes aside, Iβm pleased with the progress Iβm making. Now I can enjoy the rest of the day with my baby doll.
I change into gym clothes, put the things weβll need for our scene into a duffle, and knock on the connecting door to Emilyβs cabin.
She opens the door immediately and grins up at me. βHi, Daddy.β
I tug on one of her ponytails. βHey, sweetheart. Ready?β
She nods, bouncing a little in her white running shoes. I doubt sheβs that excited about going to the gym, although maybe sheβs a secret exercise nut. Itβs the scene afterwards thatβs got us both keyed up.
I hold her hand as we make our way up to the gym on Deck 9. We talk about the scene as we go. Iβve already given her a framework: a naughty cheerleader is punished for sneaking into the menβs locker room. Emily expands the story as we walk up the shipβs central staircase. Each of her suggestions sparks more in me, and we toss ideas back and forth as we walk. Watching her face light up as we develop the scene, it hits me that this is the key to Emilyβs kink. Sheβs a writer, so of course she loves a narrative. Thatβs why she got so excited about my little black book of ideas when I showed it to her during our phone date.
I can act out endless kinky stories with her, if thatβs what turns her crank. It sure as hell turns mine.
I stop her on a landing, pull her to the side so weβre not obstructing the stairs and squeeze her tightly.
βWhat?β she asks, a little breathlessly, looking up into my face.
βI just figured something out, baby doll.β
She grins. βA good thing?β
βA good thing. A naughty thing. A thing that will give you lots and lots of orgasms.β
She vibrates in my arms. βShare it with me, please, Sir?β
βNot a chance, little monkey.β I release her and give her a swat on the ass. βGet moving. Every minute behind schedule the naughty baby falls is a smack on the tits with the
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