For the First Time. Stephanie Doyle

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СКАЧАТЬ with his daughter? “You know, come to think of it, Bay, I don’t know that I ever asked you how old you are.”

      He could feel Sophie shoot him the evil look of death, but after living with her for the past few months he was mostly immune to it. Her death look now brought no more than a mild sting.

      “Eighteen, sir.”

      “Eighteen,” Mark repeated, probably too loudly. “How about that. You’re legal now. It’s official. An adult. Not a kid anymore.”

      Bay smiled and nodded as if he understood Mark’s implied message. “Yes, sir. Look, I’ll leave you two alone. It was good to see you again, Mr. Sharpe.”

      “Hey, call me Mark. After all, we’re two grown men. Two men should call each other by their first names. Don’t you agree, Bay?”

      “Uh. Sure. Mark.” He waved and walked to the string section, where the performers were starting to regroup.

      “How could you?”

      Mark fixed a fairly stern glare on Sophie. “Nuh-uh. Not this time. This time—” he looked pointedly at her chest “—it’s on you. How could you? We’re not going to talk about this here. I know this is your place of work—I respect that even if you are only fourteen. So we’ll discuss this at home.”

      “Stop calling it home. It’s not a home. It’s an apartment.”

      “Fine. Then we’ll discuss it at the apartment.”

      “Whatever. Why are you here anyway?”

      “I told you, I had some time. I wanted to listen to you play.”

      Actually he wanted to check in on her. While she knew about the existence of the note, Mark was fairly sure she didn’t understand its significance. To her it was some meaningless prank. To him it meant trouble. It was okay with him if she was oblivious to that—the girl had enough on her hands getting ready for opening night.

      “You can do that Friday night. I told you before I really don’t like to be interrupted when I’m working. I’m sorry if that sounds like diva city, but you have to respect that, too.”

      It wasn’t said with any real heat, probably because she wasn’t really mad at him. Instead, she was suffering from embarrassment and maybe a little bit of heartbreak. Fourteen and stuck smack in the middle of her first crush. And if Mark’s instincts were correct, her first rejection.

      Which really sucked. For her and for him.

      It was easy to think that because she had just come into his life they would have all this time to get to know each other, to come to love each other, and be what a father and daughter were supposed to be to one another. Yet she was growing up—fifteen in two months. Yes, she was still young, but she wasn’t exactly a kid anymore. He had to respect that her feelings were real and they had taken a hard jab that went to their soft, gooey core.

      “Okay. Listen, though. Do me a favor and call me when rehearsal is over. I’ll pick you up.”

      “Why? I usually take a cab home with some of the others.”

      “I know, but humor me.”

      “Is this about the note?”

      His daughter was too damn bright for her own good. Which meant it didn’t make sense to lie to her. “Yeah. This is about the note. Someone sends me a note like that and I worry.”

      “It was so stupid, though. It didn’t say anything. I mean, lose me how? It’s not like I’ve seen some creepy villain lurking offstage waiting to grab me.”

      He imagined someone making a grab for Sophie. He could see the fight she would put up. His girl wasn’t the quiet or shy type. But a teenage girl didn’t know what kind of evil there was in the world.

      He did. He knew too much of it.

      “Humor me. Call me. It will save you cab fare.”

      She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ve got to go.”

      He watched the orchestra come together onstage and took the stairs to the auditorium. She’d already told him this conductor was particularly difficult to work for. Pushing her to five, sometimes six, hours of rehearsal a day when three hours was the norm. Apparently Romnasky was a perfectionist.

      Mark lingered in the dark shadows, where he knew she couldn’t see him. She would probably know he was still there because the main doors hadn’t opened and closed.

      “Come, come, Sophie. This time perfect, yes?”

      She settled on her bench and Mark held his breath as the conductor lifted his baton above his head and the music began to play.

      You’re going to lose her.

      Words of advice from a conductor who had been working with his daughter for the past few weeks and had observed her behavior?

      Mark spotted Bay in front of the row of strings, his violin tucked under his chin. Or maybe a warning from someone she considered more than a friend?

      It didn’t matter. In time Mark would know who sent the note because gathering information and finding answers was what he did best.

      When it came to doing that for Sophie, nothing would stop him.

      * * *

      “HEY.”

      Mark stopped at the door to his office. Behind his desk sat JoJo, looking rather at home. She wore all black today. Some tights that made her legs look impossibly thin, with a wide top that should have made her seem witchy but instead showed off her impish face. A thin red belt held all the material together at her tiny waist. An elf witch. A magical fairy elf witch. With tattoos.

      When he moved around the desk he saw that the Gothic ensemble was highlighted with red shoes, which transformed her style from angsty teenager to sophisticated woman.

      “You do understand you’re in my office. Yours is the one next door. The small one.”

      When he had decided to hire another detective, Mark had rented a bigger space in the same Liberty Plaza building. The new office had a reception area, two offices, a conference room and even a small kitchenette with a single-serving coffeemaker. He was intensely fond of that, as he preferred fresh coffee to stale coffee that had been forming sludge on a burner.

      “I’ve been here for days already and you haven’t given me anything to do.”

      JoJo had not waited until Monday to start her new job. Instead she had shown up the very next morning, on time and ready to work. He’d had no idea what to do with her so he introduced her to the receptionist, Susan, and gave her an excessive amount of paperwork to fill out.

      “I checked with Susan and she said she put a bunch of new cases on your desk.” JoJo stood with the files in her hand, assessing him. “You’re not going to be one of those bosses, are you?”

      “Those bosses?”

      “The ones that are always telling everyone what СКАЧАТЬ