Everybody and anything familiar belongs to Janet.
Since we're flying privately, we didn't require a flight to Nassau to reach Stella Maris Airport on Long Island. It was a short flight from Florida and it was spent like the original one from Jersey had been ... with Steph, Olivia, and I, closed up in the bedroom area of the jet in case breastfeeding would be needed to help Olive's ears at take off. She and Steph handled both flights surprisingly well, and both were still in good moods by the time we landed and drove to the hotel.
I'm ready to end this, but I don't like leaving my ladies alone in a strange place with only one man watching them. Cal is coming with me while Bobby will be their personal bodyguard, chauffeur, and baby-girl-amuser, until I return. I don't believe in luck, but I have to admit ... we've had our fair share. I would've found Tipple regardless, but it might not have happened as quickly if he hadn't gotten cocky and cleaned up shop by eliminating his wife after Henry before disappearing. It also would've helped him if he hadn't picked corners of the world where I have various feelers already in place. Seeing a yacht isn't uncommon in a resort location, but having a multi-country agency with eyes scanning the water for a specific reason, person, or vessel, got me immediate results.
"Don't worry," Steph said, sensing my hesitation as we all stood in the hotel suite that will be the Manoso home base for our stay here, "Olive and I, along with Bobby I'm guessing, will have our own adventure here while you locate Tipple's tugboat."
I kissed my baby's temple, and the back of the tiny hand that was opening and closing in Cal's direction, before handing her back to her mother. I'd turned fast enough to catch Olivia's RangeUncle being the one instigating the waving hello/goodbye-motion.
"It's a yacht, Babe, not a tugboat."
"Yeah, well he deserves to be tugged from a boat by his ankle, not toasting himself with Mai-Tais on one."
She isn't feeling especially charitable at the moment, and it's always best to distract her before she goes into revenge-mode.
"How are you and Olive going to get into trouble here?" I asked.
"You know she's only tried applesauce so far ... and she was completely confused by it, so I thought we'd attempt something else from the stuff Ella helped me pack. Olive's likely going to actually crawl just to get away when she sees the spoon again."
"Maybe you should wait until I get back. We can make it part of a victory dinner."
She shrugged the shoulder our daughter didn't have her head lying on. "Sure. She is pretty cute even when she's shooting food out of her mouth at a distance that requires binoculars to find the area to clean. I wouldn't want to miss it, either."
I kissed them both and then Cal and I loaded up the equipment we'll need to subdue and apprehend this asshole. He's being caught today ... dead or alive.
