"Book us some tickets," dad says, looking over my shoulder. "We need to be on that boat the next time it leaves England."

"I wont be allowed on," I laugh. "I'd be too young anyway. And I wouldn't have anyone to go with."

"Cruise ships are always looking for staff. Try and find a position as a waiter or something." Brilliant, I get to pose as a gay waiter for a for a fortnight at least! It's not the disguise I mind, I just don't like being distracted while we're on cases.

I type dad's details into the website, but it comes back saying that there has to be two passengers coming at the very least.

"You could be my partner," dad suggests.

"Excuse me?" I say, raising my eyebrows.

"For the sake of the case!" dad stresses.

"No way! Waiter, fine. I'm not in any way, shape or form going to be your partner. That's weird even for our standards."

"What do you suggest, then?"

"We wait until John comes back," I say simply, shrugging.

"Oh yes, he's going to love that," dad says sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "'Hey John, welcome back. Here's your ticket for a gay cruise to America.'"

"For the sake of the case!" I repeat, then roll my eyes. "We won't tell him, then," I say, beginning to enter John's details as well.

"I'm sure he'll realise what's going on when he sees that there isn't a woman in sight," dad argues.

"But by that time, it'll be too late," I finish, and click 'submit'. "There we go. We're due to leave the day after John arrives back." I sit back in the seat, smirking in satisfaction as Dad walks back to his seat, a huge sulk beginning. I open a new tab and search for job vacancies on the Tilly Briggs. The results come back with two kitchenhands, entertainer (male stripper), waiters and cleaners. Not seeing much option other than going for the waiter, I submit my details and wait. The chances are that they'll come back saying I'm too young, but then I see an email noticifation pop up, and I open it to see a message from Tilly Briggs.

Dear Scott

Thank you for submitting your application as a Waiter for our cruise liner.

Unfortunately we are unable to accept your application at the moment due to your age. However, we are opening jobs in the holidays for applicants such as yourself to gain some work experience by working as personal assistants for our customers.

I hope you find this offer acceptable, and we hope to hear of your opinion on the matter soon.

The Crew of the Tilly Briggs

"Oh!" I say quietly, after reading the email through. "That could be helpful, very helpful indeed."

"What?" dad asks.

"They've offered me a work experience placement as a personal assistant," I tell him. I can't help but feel a twinge of suspicion. This suits what I need perfectly, and I'm almost certain that it is no coincidence.

"Keep your eyes open," dad says, agreeing with my opinion as he picks up a newspaper and scouts through it. "Sounds too good to be true."

"I agree," I say, typing back a quick reply. "But at least we know we're walking into a trap."