The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βDaddy?β
βCome in, baby doll.β
The door opens and she flies in, a whirlwind of bright eyes, dark curls, and pinstripes. I hold out my arms and she throws herself into my lap. βThereβs a bed and a litter box and a bowl that says βkittyβ and a water fountainββ
I chuckle and kiss her on the tip of the nose. βI know.β
βYou ordered all of it for me?β
βI did.β Good thing they have next day delivery. βYou canβt bring a kitty home if it doesnβt have a place to eat and sleep.β
βAnd go potty,β she says solemnly but her eyes are shining. βThank you, Daddy. Ta so, so much! Do you think weβll be able to bring the kitty home today?β
βI think so.β Surely there wonβt be a waiting period? Weβre getting a cat, not a gun. βIt might need shots and things, but I thought it would be best to be prepared.β
She slides her arms around my neck and hugs me hard. βTa. This is the best reward Iβve ever had.β
βYouβre welcome, little love. Youβre the best reward Iβve ever had.β I smack the soft, round bottom perched on my thighs. βFinish unpacking the things for the kitty while I make a few more calls. Then I think you have a date with your computer.β
She kisses me before she jumps off my lap and trots off towards the kitchen.
I fold my lips in to taste her sweetness. Mmm, peppermint. Savoring her taste, I pick up my phone to call the next person on Rickβs list.
No one is answering their phones on this sunny Friday morning. Six phone calls. Six voice-mail messages. Itβs enough to make a man feel unwanted. Iβm dialing the seventh, when my own voice booms over the house intercom, βLittle girl, you should be writing.β
I chuckle to myself.
Emily races back into the office a moment later. βDaddy?β
βCheck your laptop.β
Twisting her hands together, she tiptoes over to it, taps it on, and enters her password. As her screen comes on, a picture appears of the four male leads from the Avengers movies, which I know she loves. Theyβre pointing at her. The pictureβs captioned, βYou should be writing.β
I rub my knuckles under my nose to keep from laughing.
She spins around and gives me that adorable angry-koala face. βWhat is this?β
βYou said you wanted help meeting your word-count targets. Daddyβs helping.β
I saw the meme on one of her social media accounts and ran with it.
βDaddy nearly scared me out of my skin,β she mutters.
βFinish what youβre doing and get writing, little girl. Itβll go off every half-hour otherwise.β
Emily splutters. βYou-you set my laptop to do that? Wait, how do you even know what my word-count is?β
βThereβs a tracker on the writing program you use. Stop stalling. Chop-chop.β
She gives me the angry-owl-eye, which nearly breaks my stone face, before she stomps out. She returns in less than five minutes later and puts on her headset. She grumbles more than dictates for a few minutes, but within thirty minutes, she has enough word-count that the alarm doesnβt go off again.
Since sheβs on top of her word-count and no one wants to talk with me, Iβm about to call it a morning and head to the shelter, when my phone rings.
Private number.
βJames Logan,β I answer.
βMr. Logan.β A womanβs voice, slightly breathy. βDo I know you?β
Until I know whoβs calling me, I canβt really say. βAre you returning my call?β
βYes. You said something about our party on Fire Island last summer.β
Terri Overton Castillo, aka Jilly Bean, during her days in front of the camera. Interesting that sheβs so wary she called back from a blocked number. βI did. Iβm trying to track down one of your guests. A lady named Laura.β
βI donβt remember anyone named Laura at that party. Why are you trying to find her?β
That seems a little contradictory, but I play along. βIβm acting on behalf of Rick Errol. He met Laura at the party and wants to connect again. You know Rick, right?β
βMmm.β A non-committal and not very happy sound. βItβs been over a year. Whyβs Rick trying to look up someone he met a year ago?β
Rick doesnβt want Emily knowing about EvonneBringsTheTruthβs allegations, but he didnβt say anything about anyone else, and itβs all on the internet anyway. Or it is unless Max got EvonneBringsTheTruthβs site down; I havenβt checked this morning.
Emilyβs got her headset on and is talking quietly into the mouthpiece, so I donβt think she can hear my conversation. I decide to come clean with Terri. βThere have been some allegations about what happened at the party. Iβm trying to track down the woman Rick was with to see if we can put the rumors to rest.β
Terri makes a grunting noise. βI saw,β she says after a long pause.
βRickβs version is very different,β I say.
She gives me a laugh thatβs not a laugh at all. βI bet.β
βTerri, I understand you were in Rickβs business. You know how this kind of thing can ruin a career. I need to track down this girl and find out what really happened.β
βWell,β she says briskly. βI doubt that youβll find out what really happened even if you do find her. The people who came to that party were animals. They trashed our place. Five thousand in repairs to the pool alone, and this is the third goddamn claim. I wish weβd never had that party.β
I have to work hard not to grunt myself. The third claim of what? Rape? To come out of one party? Rick didnβt mention that. I wonder if he knows.
βTerri,
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