The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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Her smile floods back up into her eyes.
After we say a warm farewell to Michael and Teresa, we head over to the Sleepless Lobster to let the irrepressible Mikaela know weβre going back to the boat. She makes a token attempt to convince us to stay with the tour but even she looks a little wilted by the heat.
Itβs only a few blocks from the restaurant to the terminal but my brains feel broiled by the time we reach the terminalβs shade. Emily takes off her sunhat to fan her red face while we wait in the passport control queue.
βI should have worn a hat,β I admit.
With a giggle, she fans my face. βI brought another one if you want to borrow it. It has white flowers around the brim. Youβd rock it.β
After checking to make sure no oneβs watching, I pinch her cheeky ass. βTry dressing me up, little girl. See what happens to you.β
Wild giggles that she muffles with a hand over her mouth while still fanning me with her hat.
Her laughter buoys me through the line and choppy ride back to the ship. The trip leaves Emily slightly green despite the Sea-Bands sheβs wearing. Iβll have to keep an eye on that, since I donβt want her holiday spoiled by sea sickness. Once weβre off the tender and waiting in the line for pictures before the security check, I draw her to the side, sorry that Iβm going to have to dampen her high spirits.
βEmmy, I want you to go ahead of me through the line. If anything happens, go back to the cabin. Make sure the doors are locked. Stay there and keep your phone handy. If I canβt come within an hour, Iβll text you.β
She gives me the big eyes, but theyβre worried instead of excited. βYes, Sir.β
βGood girl. Everythingβll be fine. Have you thought about a reward before dinner?β
βI thought I lost my reward and was getting ten from Belphegor?β
βI donβt take away rewards.β Although I wonβt let her watch R-rated movies without permission going forward, Iβm not seriously correcting her for watching them before she knew me. βAnd youβre definitely getting ten from Belphegor, but if you play your cards right, that could be a reward, too.β
She bounces on her toes.
I tip my chin and she sidles a few steps ahead of me in the short line through security.
Emilyβs bag goes onto the conveyor belt and into the mouth of the scanner. She walks through the arch and gives her passenger ID to the security guard. He smiles indulgently at her as he scans her card and hands it back to her.
His smile fades as my bag goes through, and the German shepherd at his feet sits up and whines.
βUh, sorry, sir. Iβm just going to need a closer look here.β I see him press a button under his little kiosk at the side of the scanner. Summoning reinforcements. I tip my wrist to time how long they take to arrive.
My wrist is bare. Fuck, I keep forgetting Iβve taken off my damn watch. I take my phone out of my pocket and tap it on, pretending to be bored while I wait for the security guard to finish with my bag.
The guard moves my bag out of eyeshot to a table closer to the dog. Bad move. Now I can claim the security guard planted whatever he finds in the bag. Iβll need to mention it to Ed Isaak. Thatβll make me really popular with Dan Reyes.
Before the guard even takes the pill bottle out of my bag, the dogβs whining. Iβm still holding the sports drink bottle so thereβs no question what the dogβs identified. I fiddle some more with my phone. As I glance up, I see Emily lingering near the elevators to the upper decks.
If I call her on it, sheβll probably claim that sheβs waiting for the elevator. But except the times sheβs been plugged, Iβve never seen her use the elevators, so I know thatβs bullshit; sheβs waiting for me. While I appreciate her concern, thatβs specifically not what I told her to do.
I give her a frown before going back to my phone.
When I glance up again, sheβs gone. Good girl. Maybe an additional five from Belphegor will ensure that she obeys orders without a reminder from Daddy in future. That thought makes me smile as I wait.
At my next glance, Dan Reyes and a uniformed guard are steaming down the corridor towards me. I check the time. Four minutes. Thatβs not too bad. I pop my phone back in my pocket.
βOfficer Ashton,β Reyes says as he nears. βIs there a problem?β
βIβm afraid so, sir.β The security guard hands the pill bottle to Reyes. βSuspicious package.β
βLooks like a prescription to me,β Reyes says.
βDogβs positive, sir.β
βOkay. Mr. Logan, please come through and give your ID to Officer Ashton. Then Iβm afraid Iβm going to have to ask you to come with me.β
I keep from rolling my eyes only by a monumental effort of will. Thereβs no reason for him to know my name, since I havenβt given my ID to Ashton yet. Reyes just tipped my hand to the two security guards.
I walk through the security arch. Nothing beeps even though thereβs a carbon push-knife built into my belt buckle that I use as a quick-release blade during bondage scenes. Carbon fiber should set off a metal detector; it did at passport control. So their scannerβs a piece of shit, too. I give my ID to Ashton, wait impassively while he scans it, and accept my bag back from him when heβs done.
The dog whines and lifts a paw when I pass him. Since Reyes has blown my cover, I hold the sports drink bottle out towards the dog, just to be sure. That starts the poor dog barking. I guess liquid brick really does smell bad.
I hand the drink bottle to
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