Ricardo motioned the girl to follow him, and Dani did. He led her to a secret room inside the café and motioned for her to sit in one of the chairs in front of a desk. "Você fala Inglês?" Dani smiled and leaned back in her chair, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. "Fluently. You?" Ricardo was charmed, to say the least. This child seemed to have no fear and was completely confident in her tone. "You speak very good Portuguese for a estrangeiro." Dani put her fingertips together and held them close to her lips, giving a sly smile. "And you with English. Tough I supposed it helps when it comes to doing business in your line of work." Dani was playing the part, almost too well. Keep this up and I might actually be given a job in drug dealing. Daddy would be so proud, oh wait he doesn't care. Ricardo leaned back in his chair and chuckled. "You know my work? Impressive. But why would a child be interested in my kind of work?" Dani leaned forward and looked Ricardo in the eyes. He then imitated her and did the same. "I'm a bad girl. And I need to pay for college somehow." She straightened out on that last bit of the sentence. This kid's got charm. Might make a good sales person. "Alright, Bad Girl, what do you know about, well, you know?" Dani actually knew a lot about crack and meth from TV, Internet, books, and plus one or two people who used that lived near her. "A lot more than you would think." Now for a cheeky grin to sell it, oh yeah.
6:00 PM
Bond had not gained a single piece of new information. He decided to head back and talk with Dani. She needs to understand that it's for the best. Can't have another incident like Vesper or M. I can't lose her too. Bond walked for a bit before his phone rang. He hoped it was Dani, maybe she could accept an over-the-phone apology. "Dani?" It wasn't Dani's, but Q's voice was on the other end. "No, not Dani. Sorry to disappoint." Q was typing away on his laptop looking at the bank statements from Dani and Bond's bank accounts. "What is it Q?" Bond was disappointed and slightly annoyed that Q would even call during this troubling time. "Has Dani been going on an all out shopping spree?" Bond's demeanor and expression changed in a blink of an eye from annoyance to puzzled. "No, she hasn't left the hotel room. Why?" Bond was starting to worry; his pace sped up as he walked back to the hotel, which was only two blocks away. "She's pulled out every cent of money from an ATM near the hotel. And I mean every cent; I'm looking at nothing but zeros in her account. Bond, is everything alright?"
Bond ran back to the room, and up five flights of stairs to get to his and Dani's rooms. Bursting through the doors he cried out. "Dani! Dani! Dani where are you?" Bond's heart sank when he say her bag gone. Had she run away? Christ! If anything happens- "Bond, what's going on" What's wrong?" M was on the line now, and Bond was frantic. "Dani's gone. She's run off. Have Q check for her GPS in her phone, surveillance footage, anything." Bond checked everywhere for any hint at where Dani had went, but couldn't find anything. Then he sat on the edge of her bed, ready to burst into tears, when he felt something hard under his rear. He flipped up the covers and found Dani's laptop. He flipped it open and found that she had been researching something, he flipped through the tabs and-oh god no. "Q, what do you have on Ricardo Gonzalez."
Você fala Inglês? = Do you speak English?