I ducked, creeping along peeking in windows and hoping I would get an idea of what to do or where James was. James and the man in charge of MI6. I could only hope I ran into Servario on the boat, instead of anyone else.
The windows I peeked in revealed nothing but lounges and a huge kitchen. No one was there. I slipped to the back of the boat to find my jackpot. In the room, a young-looking girl, I would have to guess was Japanese in decent, sat on a chair in the corner. She wore a schoolgirl outfit. I wrinkled my nose.
A massive set of guards stood next to her. I peeked in the window a little better to see the legs of a black suit standing next to where James was sitting in the far corner. I couldn’t make them all out. The suit never sat, he talked to James but never budged.
I sat there watching, waiting, but nothing happened. They talked and she sat perfectly still, not moving at all. I yawned and almost mentally slapped myself. Jet lag was hard when you were older. I never even noticed it when I was twenty. Mid-thirties, I noticed it. At least everyone else was older too, except the Japanese girl. She looked young. I would guess seventeen, if I were being generous.
I didn’t know where Servario was on the boat, and I didn’t know where Coop was in the world. I imagined he couldn’t be far behind. He and Jack. I almost wished Steve were there with us too. I even sort of hoped Mom hadn’t killed him off. She sounded savage.
Finally, the guards got up. One put a hand out for the girl, and the other stayed in the room with James. The suit legs left with one guard and the girl in tow.
I crept up on top of the roof, crawling to the far side of the boat. I opened a door, listening for movement. There was nothing.
I closed the door quietly and snuck along. I heard footsteps and jumped into a closet. I stood there waiting to be discovered, gripping my gun.
When the footsteps passed, I knew they belonged to James. He always walked heavily on his heels at home. It was annoying to listen to him upstairs when you were downstairs.
I heard a lighter and inhaling. The smell of pot filled the small room. He was smoking weed right outside of the closet? I almost sighed, but he would have heard that and recognized it as the soundtrack to our marriage.
What kind of wanker got high during a mission? He was too relaxed. He and the leader of MI6 must have been old friends. He must have been working for England all along. He was heavy-heel walking and smoking pot. He was not worried or on his guard.
How was he working for England? Why would they want him? He wasn’t even a good agent.
I waited for the smell and the sound of the inhaling to be gone completely, and I opened the door. He had come up the stairs next to me. I tiptoed down them, praying I wasn’t discovered. I slipped into a room. It looked fancy. The bed was huge and round, and the room was twice the size of the one I had snuck out of. The one Michele was dying in.
I looked in all the rooms off of it and slipped into a shoe and jacket closet. I pushed the clothes on the hangers in front of me and sat back on a shoe rack. I could see through the slats in the closet, but only the bed.
I slowed my breathing and heart rate as I waited. I didn’t know how long I was there, it felt like forever. I was almost nodding off, when the guard came in with the girl. She was still in her schoolgirl skirt, but she wore a bathing suit with it, not a blouse. Her hair was wet, so was the guard’s. The girl sat on the bed in her knee-high socks, grinning and sucking a lollipop. I grimaced a little but then the guard went and sat beside her.
A British woman spoke as the door closed, "Touch her chest. Sooky, you call him Uncle. Say ‘No, Uncle, we shouldn’t.’ Go from there."
I lifted my fingers to my lips, horrified. The only thing that made me feel better was that it was suddenly obvious Sooky was much older than seventeen. She had slight laugh lines and her skin wasn’t as plump as a teenagers. Up close she was a woman. I thanked God silently as she smiled devilishly and spoke with a weird Japanese accent. It didn’t sound right at all. "No, Uncle, we shouldn’t."
He slipped a hand inside of her bathing suit top. "Stop, Uncle. Mommy and Daddy could come in."
"Just let me see, Sooky. Let me just see what you have in there."
I gagged a little and closed my eyes as the woman to the left spoke again, "Kneel and pull her bathing suit to the side." There was movement and she spoke again, "Yes, like that. Spread your legs more, Sooky, I want to see him lick."
The sound of a vibrator turning on filled the room. Moaning, licking, and sucking competed with the noise of it. I clenched my eyes shut, shaking my head.
"Bend her over the bed. Don’t give me that look. She isn’t sucking you off, I'm not paying for you to like this. Am I Sooky, baby? No. Mommy is paying for me and you."
I plugged my ears. I was going to f**king kill James and Servario. Everyone on the f**king boat was going to die. I opened my eyes, seeing the arrangement in the room changing up. The British lady with the vibrator, and the penchant for seeing Sooky f**ked, crossed in front of the closet door. Her black suit was in front of me so I couldn’t see what was happening. After I moment, I noticed she was moving, swaying maybe. My jaw dropped and I felt the heat and color leave my face as I realized she was thrusting. It dawned on me, the guard might be taking it in the hiney, just as Sooky was.
Dear sweet baby Jesus…
I didn’t breathe or move, terrified of the woman suddenly. She moaned, "You like that, Joseph? You like it like that? Sooky, can you feel me making him pump?"
"Yeah, Mommy! Yeah, make him make me cum." She didn’t sound so Japanese suddenly.
The poor guard grunted and groaned, and I assumed he wasn’t enjoying the party as much as they were.
I was almost rocking back and forth and sucking my thumb, by the time it all ended. I was sweating and telling myself it wasn’t hot to watch the guard get savagely screwed. None of it was hot. It was dirty and wrong.
They started moving and adjusting clothes and things. The guard got up and walked to the side of the closet. The British lady handed a massive black dildo to him, "Put it in the dishwasher, tell cook to run a load of toys. Sooky and I will want to play later."
He nodded and walked out, limping slightly. I didn’t even want to know, and what was with everyone putting dildos in the dishwasher? Why was the cook handling them in the kitchen? Was I the only person in the f**king world who thought that dildos didn’t belong in a kitchen?
The British lady in the black suit, stripped down to her underwear and bra and laid down on the bed, snuggling into Sooky. She was older, much older.
They were both out of breath but hugging each other, lovingly. "Servario's boat is beautiful. Is this the sort of thing you would want, my pet?"
I grimaced. We were on his boat?
The Japanese lady smiled, and I realized she was British as well, "We need a boat just like this." Her smile was bright and beautiful, "I think he will give it to you, if you give him the thing he wants."
The older lady shook her head, "You know I don’t have it. I can't find it anywhere. That f**king Burrow is about as likely to be discovered as a unicorn might be. Besides, if I found it, I would have to give it to the Brits. You know I am loyal to my country." They both laughed at that, it was a Dr. Evil sort of laugh. I shook my head, how cliché.
After a moment, Sooky spoke in a whiny tone, "Mommy, Evie knows things. You know she does. Evie's father was Burrow, we both know this. Did you tell Michele not to kill her?"
The older lady laughed, "She has probably given the poor man a heart attack by now. She's been with Servario for weeks; God knows what nasty shit he's taught her. That man has a problem."
My mouth hung open. He was the one with a problem?
Sooky nodded, "I really thought him having her captive for that week, he would find her father alive, not faking his death again. Even the Americans thought Servario could use Evie to get the Burrow."
Dear God, they really knew everything. I took a breath and told myself Servario had a plan. He had to have a plan. He had to be on the damned boat somewhere, and he was going to get us off of it.
The older lady smiled, I could hear it in her voice, "Baby, you and I both know, the only way we are going to get that damned Burrow is if we can get the Master Key. James almost had me convinced it was Servario, but you know the golden rule and he's still alive. James just wanted him dead, but Servario is far too useful alive. He's almost too resourceful to kill. No, it was never him. Besides, his quest for it is genuine. James' usefulness in all this has come to an end. He needs to see the bottom of the ocean. I'll see to it tomorrow. I want to sleep now. We will figure a way out for him."
Sooky reached for the light, stopping short, "What about Helena?"
The older lady sighed, "I can't find her. She stopped answering her phone. Last time we tracked her, she was in California."
I scowled. Helena was my mom's middle name. Had Servario made it so her phone tracked in California? Or was she in California? Were my kids in danger? The dildo lady was scary. She ran her hands through her short salt and pepper hair, "We sent Steve. He should have reported from there. He put the shoes in the house and did the foot work for the fire. His last report was from Montana but we haven’t heard anything from him. I don’t know what to think. If Helena was onto him being mine, she might have killed him." My stomach dropped.
Sooky winced, "I liked Steve. He was so easy to be around."
The older lady sighed, "Turn the light off." It was dark in the room, and they were both sleeping soundly in no time. I sat there, trying to take it all in.
I had to kill James before they did. I wanted him to die at the hands of the evil dildo lady, but then like the time Servario apparently killed him, he would come back. He would find a way. I needed him to die by my hands, like my mom said. I needed to pull the f**king trigger myself.
That, and the fact Steve was bad, was all very alarming.
I wanted to wait until I knew they were both asleep, but I ended up falling asleep too. I woke to a sound that made me feel disappointed. It was James' voice.