The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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I like edging my bottoms, but only when it works for both of us. It wasnβt working for her in a big way. With the exception of the last minute or two, she didnβt seem to even enjoy the stimulation. She was too pre-occupied with the orgasm restriction, even when she wasnβt that close. This might be the downside of her deep desire to please me: becoming consumed by the fear of breaking a rule. She was anxious over breakfast and I thought Iβd reassured her, but maybe it wasnβt enough. I need to remind her that Iβm not setting her up to fail; this is supposed to be a reward. Iβve worked a little orgasm training into it, sure, but mostly this is just supposed to be fun day where we fool around a lot and increase the circulation through her genitals, so she heals faster. It was never intended to make her so angry that she starts doubting either of us.
As I pull on a blazer and retrieve my laptop and notebook from the room safe, I consider whether this might also be a reaction to last night. It was an intense scene. Although I donβt think she remembers telling me about her feelings, she may be feeling excessively vulnerable today. I havenβt seen her transmute vulnerability to anger before, but weβre still learning about each other. Something to explore later.
For now, I put thoughts of the failed scene aside to focus on finding the source of the brick. I have a little time before my first interview, and I spend it on the exciting task of downloading and reviewing the receipts that the Pink Pearl IT guys have sent me for all the victims.
Before I even get through the second victimβs bills, thereβs a clear pattern.
The security guard, Clifford Ashton, is right on time. Despite his threat, or maybe because of my parting shot, Dan Reyes doesnβt show up. I take the guard through some βgetting to know youβ questions, during which Iβm really evaluating his honesty. No evasions, no conflicting body language. No sign of a guilty conscience. I move on to recap him finding the brick in my bag yesterday. Ashtonβs answers show how heavily Pink Pearlβs security relies on the sniffer dogs. He noticed the prescription bottle when he scanned my bag, but he wouldnβt have stopped me if the dog hadnβt alerted him. When I ask him what substances the dogs are trained to sniff for, Ashton just says, βEverything.β
He himself is trained to turn over anything the dog flags to his security supervisor. Ashton wouldnβt have tried to identify what was in the pill bottle on his own. He says he assumed it was ecstasy, since that seems to be the passengersβ drug of choice.
I ask him how often he catches a passenger trying to bring E aboard.
He chuckles. βWeekly.β
No oneβs mentioned that in the briefings Iβve had from Pink Pearl, but I appreciate theyβre more concerned about a kilo of cocaine or heroin being smuggled aboard than a few tabs of ecstasy. Since the dogs are catching even those few tabs regularly, they have some reason to rely on the dogs. But itβs never a good idea to become complacent. I make a note to suggest random spot checks with more obscure drugs to Ed Isaak.
I ask Ashton the same hypothetical I put to Reyes. βHow would you get pills aboard to distribute if he wanted to?β
He scratches his chin for a minute, then shrugs. βProbably with the meds.β
βWhat meds?β
βWe bring a lot of meds aboard. Everything from anti-sea-sickness pills which yβall are going to be popping like breath mints by dinner time.β He cocks a thumb at my cabin window, which is filled with darkening thunderheads. βTo Z-paks and lisinopril. Someone with heart disease loses their luggage? We donβt want to send βem home. Thereβs pretty much a full pharmacy aboard. If I was going to bring something in, Iβd bring it in with the meds.β
That makes much more sense than Reyesβs heads of lettuce.
βMedical staff would catch it, though, right?β I ask.
Another shrug. βProbably not. Meds come through security like everything else. We check them in. Pursers move them to where theyβre supposed to go. Anti-sea-sickness pills, non-prescription painkillers, that kind of thing, theyβre not handled by the medical staff. Anyone can dispense those. Prescription meds go to the medical staff, sure, but theyβve got enough to do without having to keep track of the Dramamine.β
Damn, thatβs an open door. βWhere are those drugs kept, the non-prescription ones?β
βPurserβs storage on C-deck, behind the spa. Days like this, theyβll bring the anti-seasickness tablets out and have a bowl at the pursersβ stations and the bars. Otherwise, theyβre kept in storage.β
βDoes someone keep track of how much the pursers dispense?β
βChief purser. Weβre all given training on how many individual pills we can give out, and we log it by room number. You can OD with freaking Advil, evidently, so weβre only allowed to dispense four per cabin. No oneβs going to give out too much. None of us wants to be responsible for a guest getting hurt.β
I nod. As I said to Ed Isaak, Pink Pearlβs staff seem genuinely caring.
βA guest has been hurt,β I tell him. βNot sure if youβve been told about it. A guest by the name of Bill Black died of heart failure the night after he left the last cruise. Iβm investigating his death.β
Ashton looks genuinely surprised. βNo, I didnβt know. Something happened to him on board?β
βThatβs what Iβm trying to
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