The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βMr. MacDonald thought it might beββ I flip back to the note I made, so I get it right. βOxymorphone. Do you know what that is?β
βNo.β She shakes her head for emphasis. βLook, Mr. Logan, I donβt know about you, but I need to keep myself absolutely clear when Iβm topping. I donβt drink, I donβt smoke, and I donβt do drugs. Not even painkillers. Toppingβs my high.β
βSame,β I tell her. βI donβt allow my bottoms to do drugs, either.β
Although Iβm perfectly happy to give them painkillers, particularly after a session like last night.
Her nostrils flare and her jaw knots. βAre you suggesting I put my subβs health in jeopardy?β
βNo. Iβm trying to establish Mr. Blackβs mental state. If he wasnβt allowed by his top to take drugs, and he took something on Friday night when he was alone, that would explain why he didnβt answer your calls and why you felt heβd done something outside the boundaries.β
βOh.β She rolls her muscled shoulders. βI wouldnβt have allowed him to take that, whatever it was called.β Her spine stiffens as she connects the dots. βAre you saying he took something Friday night that killed him?β
βIβm not drawing any conclusions at this stage. Iβm investigating.β
βBut thatβs why you think it isnβt food poisoning?β
I hold my hands up, since itβs no more than the truth.
She touches her fingertips to her mouth, remembers that sheβs wearing lipstick, and wipes her fingertips on the hem of her top. βDammit. If Iβd stayed on the cruise with himββ
I can see where sheβs going. βYou canβt know that. I donβt know anything for certain at this stage. Iβm going to try to track down this other couple. See if they had any contact with him on Friday and Saturday. If you remember anything else about them, could you call me?β I fish my card out of my wallet. βHereβs my number.β
She takes the card and turns it around between her fingers. βYou think I let Bill injure himself.β
βIβm not pointing fingers. Iβm investigating. If youβd like to know the results of my investigation, Iβll ask my client if I can share it with you. Dom to Dom, I think you have a right to know.β
She nods. βHe always was a willful sub.β
Sheβs justifying it to herself already, but I make a note to ask the cruise people if I can disclose Bill Blackβs cause of death to her.
I stand and offer her my hand, which she shakes firmly. When I show her to the door, she turns to me and says, βI would like to know.β
βIβll request a waiver from my client. They may ask you to sign a nondisclosure agreement, since my investigationβs confidential.β
She nods. βNothing against Reggie, but she shouldnβt be suing anyone. Sheβll realize that when she gets her head straight. Bill was carrying ten mil in life insurance. Sure, half of that goes to the company, but Reggieβs set for life.β
Reggie didnβt mention that, but I donβt think money is her motivation anyway. I shake Olsenβs hand again and close the door behind her.
When I walk back through the living area, Emilyβs peeking out from behind the bathroom door. I beckon to her with two fingers as I go to the couch and sit down to call Ed Isaak, the VP Iβm reporting to.
She comes to me but instead of sitting on the couch, she kneels between my knees. I tuck her hair behind her ear and stroke her cheek. βWhatβs wrong, baby?β
βShe let her sub do drugs and he died, Daddy.β
I nod.
βBut itβs not really her fault . . .β She trails off.
Any Dom worth their salt will feel it was. βThatβs between her and her conscience.β
βHave any of your subbies done drugs?β
I nod. βTwo. I broke it off when they wouldnβt stop.β
βI donβt do drugs, Daddy, but I do have medication for depression. I havenβt taken it in over a year, though.β
Iβve been waiting for her to tell me about this, since seeing it in her medical records. I understand why she hasnβt yet. This is deep, and sheβs nervous about how Iβm going to react. I can see it in her posture even more clearly than her expression. I keep my voice neutral and stroke her cheek with my fingertips.
βWhat is it?β
βZoloft.β
βDo you have it with you?β
She nods. βJust in case.β
βWhen we get aboard, Iβd like you to show it to me and weβll go over the dosage.β
βYes, Daddy.β
βEmily, when you have bad thoughts, how bad are they? Do you think about hurting yourself?β
She shakes her head and looks up at me with clear eyes. No evasion. βItβs different.β
βThe next time you have bad thoughts, I want to hear about them, okay?β
She bites her lip. βOkay.β
Her expression tells me itβs not okay.
βWeβll take baby steps, Emmy. Weβll start with you just telling me when you have the bad thoughts, and weβll work up to you telling me what they are. Does that sound good?β
She smiles and nods.
I cup her cheek in my hand. βDaddyβs proud of you. I know this is hard to talk about, and I donβt know anything about dealing with depression, so Iβll have to learn. But youβre a very good girl for telling me.β
βI just donβt want you to think Iβm hiding things from you the way Mr. Black was from his Domme. Iβm not, Daddy.β
I brush her hair back from her face and kiss her bitten-pink lips. βI appreciate you telling me.β It dawns on me why she has. Itβs not because of what she overheard about Black. Itβs because of last night. Weβve climbed a couple of rungs on the trust-ladder. βYouβve been a very good girl, Emily, do you hear me? A very good girl. I need to update the Pink Pearl people and then we need to catch our taxi to the port, but youβve earned a reward once we get on the ship. What would you like it to be?β
She beams up at me. βAnything?β
βAnything.β
Her eyes dart over my face. βIs
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