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The Daddy P.I. CasefilesThe First Collection

E. J. Frost

The Daddy P.I. Casefiles

The First Collection

Copyright ยฉ 2019-2021 E. J. Frost

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This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, business establishments or organizations is strictly coincidental.

WARNING: These novels contain mature themes which may considered offensive by some readers. This collection is for sale to adults only, as defined by the laws of the country in which the purchase is made.

DISCLAIMER: These novels contain descriptions of practices which may be injurious to the practitionerโ€™s health. They are not intended as a guide or handbook. The author is not responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from the use or demonstration of the acts or practices contained in these books.

The quotation from Robert Frostโ€™s โ€œFire and Iceโ€ (1923) is in the public domain.

The quotation from Sherlock Holmes, from โ€œThe Adventure of the Bruce-Partington Plans,โ€ in His Last Bow (1917), is in the public domain.

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Contents

Daddy P.I. 0.5: Negotiation

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Daddy P.I. 1.0

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Daddy P.I. 2.0

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

The Case of the Missing Collar

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Extras

Glossary of Slang and Unusual Terms

Logan and Emilyโ€™s Contract

Missing Ink

About the Author

Other Books by E. J. Frost

Chapter One Logan

Upstate New York on a Saturday afternoon. Not where I should be.

I should be on the way to Los Angeles, or at least getting ready for the trip: emailing my contacts on the Left Coast, researching my clientโ€™s business.

I should be videoconferencing with Miranda, giving her the prรฉcis Iโ€™ve got on the five victims and toxicology reports. Bouncing ideas off her on how to interview the four survivors and the widow, who still wonโ€™t answer my calls or emails, and the best way to approach the investigation on the boat. I should be packing her favorite toys and thinking about how to spend our downtime on the cruise together.

Instead, Iโ€™m in upstate New York and Mirโ€™s at home in London. Probably planning her goddamn baby shower. While I try desperately to replace her.

At a kink expo.

I make another circuit of the main convention hall, passing a table of sex toys, most of which I already own. The prospects are dismal. One, to be exact: a curvy little redhead who is staffing a table for a local piercing studio. Sheโ€™s advertizing its services so heavily I have trouble making out her features. I didnโ€™t actually know you could tattoo your upper lip. Iโ€™d need to scrub her up before I take her on the boat. Sheโ€™d stick out like a sore thumb among the hard-body Californian crowd.

A woman walks up behind the redhead and kisses her on the back of her tattooed neck.

Fuck, my radarโ€™s malfunctioning.

Iโ€™m usually better at identifying women who share my sexual preference, even if a match with my particular set of kinks can be hard to spot. But, then, a kink expo isnโ€™t my usual fishing grounds. I glance around the brightly lit hall, cluttered with kiosks, stands, banners, tables and chairs. A million miles away from the candlelit interior of my club with its dark wood, cool leather and warm flesh, where I usually look for partners. The people swirling through the hall, in various stages of undress, costumes, and fetish-wear, are a million miles away from the women I look for. Too bad looking for a partner at my club is . . . complicated right now.

This was a mistake. I might have to call Sophia and apologize.

I rock up onto my toes with a creak of my boots at the thought. Ten days on a cruise ship with Sophia will have me jumping overboard.

A small arrow over an open doorway catches my attention. Hall B.

Well, it canโ€™t hurt to look.

I follow the arrow.

* * *

Hall Bโ€™s smaller than the main floor, with fewer flashy kiosks. Itโ€™s packed tighter than Hall A, both because the roomโ€™s smaller, and because the center of the roomโ€™s taken up with tables and chairs, populated by expo-goers taking a load off. Maybe thatโ€™s why it takes me a full circuit of the hall to spot her.

When I do, my internal radar pings loud and clear. Bingo.

Sheโ€™s sitting by herself at a small table sheโ€™s draped with a white cloth. Her headโ€™s bent over a book; dark brown hair in a plait down her back, secured by a floppy, white silk bow. Her tableโ€™s empty. Sheโ€™s not selling anything. Thereโ€™s just a handwritten sign, printed in neat capitals, pinned to the front of the table. Iโ€™m at a bad angle to read it, so I move past, taking in her face: a pale oval, a dotting of freckles across her nose, long brown lashes shading her eyes. No obvious makeup.

On the second lap, I get a look at her sign. Nothing dissuades me, although I havenโ€™t tried her particular kink. I start angling toward her on the third lap, but a man beats me to her table.

I turn, pretending to browse a

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