Chapter 16

“ ... Your ... tutor, Miss Evie Jones ... has disappeared.”

She just dropped it on me.

I wanted to know more.

I wanted to know everything and waited for her to continue.

“When she used her passport to fly to America, it twigged our system because it involved a loved one of a royal. Our people in the colonies were alerted to check in and make sure she arrived safely, and to check up on her from time to time as a courtesy to you.

“Yesterday our people did a casual check to make sure all was well, and Miss Jones was not to be found. There was no hint of her at her apartment and no information to be found that she might be traveling.

“I am very sorry to have to say this Lord Terrance. Your tutor Miss Jones is missing.”

“Who would want to hurt Evie...” I was stunned silent. Jessica answered with the obvious.

“Lord Terrance, it is not her that someone would want to hurt. It is you.” Before I could respond she went on. “Even though you made no public show of your ‘special’ relationship with Miss Jones, it was easy enough for us to figure it out, and it would be even easier for anyone living or working in your employ.

“We’ve begun a thorough background check on all your estate employees, looking for unusual expenditures or cash deposits. Our auditors will be reporting back to us on a regular basis, and we have investigators poised to follow up on any activity that is out of the ordinary.”

MI6 was going to be less than useless in the United States. If I wanted action, I needed Jack and his off-the-books guys. I tuned out Jessica Davidson, because MI6 would hold me back instead of helping find and rescue Evie.

Instead I concentrated on the first great problem that faced me in solving Evie’s disappearance. How does one contact someone like Jack out of the blue without sending up all kinds of red flags? Jessica prattled on and I’m sure she thought she was helping, but I was a million miles away and my brain was going a million miles an hour.

I just about settled on a strategy for approaching Jack when Jessica kissed me with all her might. Even as my brain registered the kiss, my ears registered Deirdre telling Jessica to kiss me and see if it brought me back to the here and now.

My mind continued solving the Jack problem even as my heart informed me that Jessica was one hell of a good kisser. Without consciously thinking about the consequences of my actions, I pulled Jessica in and deepened the kiss, using my tongue like it was designed to be used, while allowing Mr. Johnson to share his excitement with our guest.

Having gotten my full attention and settled the issue of whether Jessica was attractive to me, or not, we settled down and Jessica brought us fully up to date. The information she shared was pretty much pabulum when compared to what we needed to know to find and rescue Evie, but Jessica brought it all with her so that we knew what they knew,

Talking about it was going to get us nowhere, and I needed it to be daytime in America to initiate what I knew it would take to have any success. I suggested we continue our discussion upstairs where there were fewer distractions, prying eyes, or listening ears.

Deirdre took Jessica’s arm as we walked to the second floor master suite. She was subtle but insistent, claiming Jessica as a playmate, not a visitor. I could feel the sexual tension bouncing between them as Deirdre brushed a stray hair off of Jessica’s forehead and brushed her cheek with a kiss.

Once we were behind closed doors in close proximity to a bed, Deirdre stripped Jessica as if she had done it a hundred times. There was no resistance and when Jessica turned so that Deirdre could divest her of her slip, I stepped in and slid her panties down, freeing them both to begin.

Jessica gave as good as she got, and we tumbled to the conveniently located bed in a jumble of arms and legs. I managed to get Deirdre’s dress off, while Jessica solved the puzzle of my trousers. When my fingers curled into her furry friend, Jessica sighed, bucked into my invading fingers, and came all over my hand.

It wasn’t more than two seconds later than my tongue settled in the crease of her vagina and brought on a second, stronger climax. Jessica was definitely a multiple, and I toyed with her while Deirdre pulled the rest of my clothes off. By the time Jessica was falling into her fourth crisis, Mr. Johnson slid home and took her even higher. Deirdre was helping Jessica through the epic battle she was trying to wage, balancing duty and passion, by using her teeth to torment Jessica’s sensitive nipples. We kept at it until the painful intensity of our arousal was slaked, then all three of us slept the sleep of the righteous.

With Jessica properly exhausted and sleeping soundly alongside Deirdre, I was able to sneak out to contact Jack through a law firm that I used once when I was Noah Guthrie. When it was finally a reasonable time to call a law firm in the United States I placed my call to Stein and Stein, in Miami, Florida and asked to talk to Gerald Stein the younger.

“Mr. Stein is in a meeting at the present, may I refer to one of our associates?”

She sounded almost believable, but Gerald Stein NEVER took a call without knowing who, what, when, where, and how much was in it for him. Rather than play her game, I cut through the BS and said, “Gerald told me to call him the next time I needed the off-the-books brigade for a problem. I’m calling. Please put me through, now.” I was confident that she was expecting such a reply, and remained silent while she got the big guy out of whatever bed he was in, most likely with an underage hooker.