Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
A few days ago, I arrived in Seaport, but the more I read the case notes, the more things didn’t add up. Lawson was the one to talk to the client before he went on his honeymoon, so it could be why he missed a few details.
Roy Baxter has hired us to find his missing daughter, and nowhere in the file did it say that he went to the authorities. Sure, she was over eighteen at the time she went missing, but from what Lawson could find, she had no friends, teachers, acquaintances, or literally any other person in her life besides her father.
My suspicions began to grow when I considered why a young woman would leave her only relative and disappear without a trace. Roy Baxter would only say that she was allowed to go to the ballet in the city once a month, and on her last outing she disappeared.
Lawson pressed him for known enemies or if he thought there was foul play. Roy Baxter stated that he wouldn’t answer the question. After the initial meeting, Lawson got a message that said that there was a chance she could possibly be in Seaport.
After I took over the case for Lawson, I realized that we had almost nothing to go on. Nothing except that she disappeared before going to watch a ballet performance. With only that information, I thought about what a young woman with nothing and no one would do to make quick cash, and if she enjoyed dancing, that left only one spot in Seaport.
The first night I got here, I drove out to the strip club on the edge of town. The Bald Beaver brings in tourists from all over, which means it brings in a lot of dancers too. As soon as I walked in, I saw Whitley Baxter serving drinks, and all my plans changed.
Pulling into the parking lot for a second time, I don’t plan on leaving until I get some answers.
My phone vibrates as I get out of my car, and when I see Ari’s name come across the screen, I answer. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Didn’t you see the alert for the office?” When I don’t answer right away, he sighs. “The alarms are going off.”
“It’s probably just the cleaning crew. Besides, I'm stuck in Seaport.”
“What do you mean you’re stuck in Seaport? You were supposed to get the photos and come back.” I can hear the annoyance in his voice as he moves around. “Are you there?”
Someone walks past me, and I hold the phone closer so people can’t hear my conversation.
“Yes, I’m here,” I whisper. “Listen, things got complicated, okay? I’m going to be here for a few days.”
“Lawson is on his honeymoon and now you take off. I guess I’ll just run the entire company on my own!”
“Or you could get the stick out of your ass and take a vacation for the first time ever,” I offer unhelpfully as I walk toward the building up ahead. The music is loud, but I’m already running late, and I need to get inside.
“You take enough vacation time for the three of us.” I want to argue with him, but as usual, he keeps talking. “There’s enough going on that one of us needs to be there.”
“There’s nothing going on that can’t wait.” Ari needs the break more than all three of us, but he’d never admit it.
“Are you at a strip club?” He sounds annoyed as I nod to the bouncer and step inside.
“I thought we were talking about you taking a vacation,” I offer, trying to change the subject.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Seriously, Ari. I checked the schedule, and I’m working our only active case. The rest of it is paperwork, and none of us need to be in the office to do that. We cleared the schedule so that Lawson could get married. Why not take advantage of it this week and do something fun? Like organizing your socks.”
“Asshole,” he grumbles into the phone.
“Hey, can I get this in one-dollar bills?” I ask the guy running the front window. They have an ATM for people that want cash, and they keep a bouncer on hand up front to make change.
“Please don’t spend all your money in a strip club. I don’t want to explain to Mom that your fortune went in someone's ass crack.”
“It’s okay, big bro, I’m hoping it’s my dick getting in someone’s ass crack.” I’m trying to get Ari off the phone because I’ve just spotted the manager Stowe at the bar.
“Too much information, Mack.”
“What? I thought we were sharing.” I laugh, trying to play it cool. “Listen, I’ve gotta go.”
“Okay, but when you’re finished with whatever it is you’re choosing over your own flesh and blood, get your ass back to the city.”
“I miss you too,” I say and don’t wait for a response before I hang up.