The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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I stagger through my cabin to the bar, take some water out of the fridge, and chug it down. The cold steadies me. I hate to lose this high, this phenomenal buzz, but I have to focus. On something other than my baby girl and her exquisite submission.
I wash up, scrubbing every trace of ginger off my hands, before I change and take out my laptop and notebook. I donβt anticipate showing the chief purser any pictures. I doubt he had any contact with the victims, but itβs better to be prepared.
As I wait for a knock on the door, I think back on my interview with Jason Merullo. Iβm certain heβs hiding something, but is it the brick? I told Ed Isaak I was sure, and instinctively, I am, but if I canβt find the brick, how else can I prove it? And what about Rod McCall? Again, itβs only a gut feeling, but Iβm sure he knows about the brick, whether or not he supplied it. Whatβs the link between McCall and Merulla? Is it just coincidence? It doesnβt feel like it. Iβve learned as both a Dom and as an investigator to trust my instincts, but the insurance company isnβt going to be satisfied with what my gut is telling me. Theyβre going to want proof.
I need to find the brick.
The chief purser, Kofi Palmer, knocks as Iβm wondering what Iβve missed, what other avenues I could go down. I open the door to a smooth-faced, black man. I hear a hint of a Jamaican accent when we exchange greetings. His smile is brighter than the lightning crashing outside my window.
He gives me the master key Ed Isaak promised, differentiated by the other key cards Iβve been given by its dull orange color. I tuck it away in my breast pocket while I ask about the delivery and storage of medicines. Palmer echoes what the security guard told me.
βOfficer Ashton mentioned you have some system for keeping track of how many non-prescription medicines each passenger has been given.β
βItβs actually by cabin number, not passenger,β Palmer explains. βStaff log the meds into the system, and it flags me if any room has had more than a certain number in a twelve-hour period. If I get an alert, I check in with the cabin and see if a guest needs medical attention.β
I nod. Sounds like a good system and I like the personal touch. Itβll be a shame if it goes the way of the room-service robots.
βOther than Dramamine and Advil, what can be dispensed by non-medical staff?β
βHeartburn medication, topical creams without steroids, lubricants, condoms,β Palmer ticks them off on his fingers. βI think thatβs about it. Oh, sorry, sunblock. No oneβs going to need that today, though.β
βNo,β I agree. βWhat about the spa staff?β
βNothing more than what the pursers can dispense.β
βThe spa manager mentioned that he uses some herbs during some of his classes. Do those go through the pursers?β
βSpa supplies are kept with the main stores and dispensed by the C-deck purser. I know there arenβt any fresh herbs in there because we keep all perishables separate. Spoilage is a huge problem for us. Dried herbs? There might be. Gabe Matapang is the C-deck purser. Heβd know.β
I nod. I have an interview with him next.
βAre you aware of a guest on the last cruise named Bill Black?β
βThe guy who died?β Palmer asks. βI heard about that. Heart failure. Then I heard something about food poisoning. Is that right?β
The fucking rumor mill on this boat.
βPossibly. Do you remember him at all?β
Palmer shakes his head. βI donβt think I ever met him. Iβve tried to think back. All of us have. Iβve talked with Gabe about it. None of us remember anything out of the ordinary.β
βWho told you about his death?β
Palmer frowns. βLook, weβre a family on this boat. I donβt want to drop anyone in the shit.β
βUnderstood.β And I do understand, but their security is leakier than the bastard child of Wikileaks and a sieve, and I want to know where the bloody torrent of rumors is coming from. βBut thereβs a man dead, and his widow doesnβt believe it was heart failure or the food. I need to know who is talking about him, because it could affect what people remember. So, again, who told you?β
βDan. He questioned me and Gabe when we signed on, the day before the ship left L.A.β
Reyes. That man is a liability.
βOkay,β I say neutrally. βAnd you told Dan you didnβt remember?β
βI did. After Dan spoke to us, I looked the guyβs cabin number up. The computer never flagged it. We had good weather that trip, so no one needed anything for sea sickness. The guy didnβt even ask for condoms.β
Thatβs consistent with what the Pink Pearl people told me in our briefings. None of the victims needed medical attention during their trips.
Since Iβve got my laptop out, I pull up the pictures of the other four victims and show them to Palmer. βRemember any of these four?β
Palmer shakes his head.
βOkay. I really appreciate you taking the time to speak to me. I know youβre a busy man.β
βI feel like I havenβt been very helpful. The possibility that a guest died because of something we did or didnβt do?β He leans forward and clasps his hands between his knees. βThat keeps me up at night.β
Poor bastard. I can imagine.
βIβll repeat what I told Ed Isaak,β I tell him. βI find the staff on this boat exceptionally caring and professional. Blackβs death isnβt down to any failing of yours.β
βWhatβs it down to?β
I want to answer him, I really do. He deserves to know that this wasnβt his fault, or the fault of any of the people heβs responsible for. But thatβs not my job.
βI hate to do this, but youβre going to have to ask Ed Isaak. Iβm not at liberty to
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