The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βIβm not judging you, Emββ
βYou are! You keep saying that you canβt watch Logan hurt me, but you donβt understand what hurt is. Hurt is being married for five years and never once having an orgasm because your husband didnβt love you enough to give you what you needed. Hurt is hiding, every single day, how you feel inside and not being yourself and never feeling free because you donβt have a daddy to make rules and keep you safe. Hurt is feeling so alone in the world that you canβt face another day and have to cut yourself to let the pain out before you explode. Thatβs what hurt is. So, donβt tell me you canβt watch Logan hit me because that is not hurt, Max.β
Everyone just stares at my little girl for a moment, including Max.
βFuck.β Max opens his arms and Emily immediately goes to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and giving him a huge hug. That seals it. Heβs a daddy. Sheβd never do that with a top like Javier or Rick. She does it because heβs a daddy and sheβs a little and daddies need to nurture and comfort as much as littles need to be nurtured and comforted.
Max lays his cheek on the top of Emilyβs hair and whispers to her, βSorry, girlie-girl. I didnβt realize what I was doing.β
βBe a Xavier, Max,β she says into his chest.
βIβll try my hardest.β
βAnd have some of my eggplant chips.β
I snort and have to cover it with a cough.
βFuck, no,β says Max.
βTheyβre fried,β Emily coaxes.
βTheyβre a vegetable.β
βSoβs a potato. Same thing.β
βReally not.β
βTheyβre fucking awesome, though,β Austin interjects, holding a plate of fried eggplant out into the middle of the circle. βSeriously, Emily, I donβt know what you do to them.β
βSalt and dry them first,β Emily says, stepping back from Max and tucking herself back against my side. I kiss the top of her head so she knows how proud I am of her, before I take a handful of eggplant crisps from the plate and pop the crunchy handful into my mouth.
The group breaks up after that, with Rick leading Lucy to the couch to sit next to Daisy, who was watching Emily take on Max with a great deal more interest than the ballgame. Daisy winks at me before she turns back around to face the telly.
* * *
During the seventh-inning stretch, with the Yankees two runs up, I drag Rick, Manny, and Max into my office and update them. Iβve tried Dovie Donegan three more times since breakfast and the callβs gone to voice mail every time. Either sheβs a really late riser or sheβs dodging the call.
βDonβt worry,β Max says. βWith a full name, address and phone number, Iβll get you every number the girlβs ever had by tomorrow night. Sheβll answer one of them before long. And there probably arenβt too many Laurels that work for DC lobbyists who use Manning, Dermont, and Castillo for pension services. Iβll track her down.β
I raise an eyebrow at him. How does he know what a lobbyist would want from Pedro Castilloβs firm?
βI was curious,β he says with a shrug.
βGood job, hermano,β Manny says, giving Max a whack on the back that earns Manny a scowl from Max. Manny benches 380 and throws it around without much caution.
Rick leans back against the edge of my desk and crosses his arms over his Armani-covered chest. βYeah, good job, both of you. Logan, man, the shit you turn up never ceases to amaze me. Still, Gloryβs pissing in my ear. Traffic to my siteβs down a third in two days.β
βLet me find this girl and make sure youβre insulated from a rape charge and that sheβs not a psycho. Then you and Glory can decide how best to capitalize on the publicity. My first concernβs your safety, Rick. This is all a complete waste of time if you get hurt or end up in jail.β
Rick scratches the back of his neck, where his hair is curling over his collar. Is he growing a fucking mullet? Standing with the three of us, all ex-military and sporting crew-cuts, he looks like a hippy.
βI hear you, man,β he says to me. βKeep up the good work. Look, this is what I pay Glory for, but I get that not everyone agrees with her. Daisy had a fuck-ton to say on the way over, too. She says people in the industry have longer memories than I realize. She thinks I need to do more than shut it down. I need to get Evonne or Laurel or whatever her name is to support me publicly.β
Fuck, thatβs a big leap from finding the woman and shutting her up.
βWhat, like print a retraction or something?β Max asks.
βYeah, something like that. A statement where she says she misunderstood the situation and now that weβve gotten together again, she realizes it was all consensual.β
I canβt see that happening, but this is getting way ahead of where we need to be. βOkay, thatβs a goal to work towards, but weβve got to find her first. Thatβs the priority.β I rub my fingertips up and down on the scar on my forehead, then pull my hand away before I turn into bloody Harry Potter. βRick, something I need you to understand. If Laurel really is in DC, Iβm probably going to need to go meet her. Iβm not cleared to fly yet, so Iβll have to drive or take the train. Iβll be a couple of days. Iβm not leaving Emily here while I go to DC. She needs to come with me. Iβm not saying Iβm going to tell her whatβs going on, just that she needs to come with me.β
Rick lifts one shoulder uncomfortably.
βWhy doesnβt Emily know already?β Max asks, his voice dropping to a rumble.
βBecause itβs none of her business,β Rick snaps.
I hold up a hand. βRick hasnβt authorized any disclosure outside the three of us and Iβm fine with that.
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