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Scarlet Rendezvous

... again, with your defense contracting business."

"I needed a job. I made us a lot of money."

"Us? I didn't see a penny of it. God only knows where you're keeping it. But then you disappeared again. For another fucking year."

"Rick got kidnapped. What was I supposed to do?"

"Let the government handle it."

"Fuck that. You never, ever, leave a man behind."

"Don't I know it," Natalia said. "But it's cool to leave your family behind. And then reappear like a psychopath a year later, off your fucking rocker, scaring the shit out of everybody!"

"Fuck you."

"I have things to do. I think it's time for you to go."

"Fine. I'm leaving. But know this: I'm going to find Karina, and bring her home where she belongs. And if this Sasha mother fucker, or anybody else tries to stop me, I'll fucking kill them. Mark my fucking words."

***

I left the Four Aces and did what I should have done over a month ago -- hired a private investigator to track Karina down. Truth be told, I could have found my daughter within 48 hours of her initial disappearance, being that I was an ex-SEAL and still had numerous contacts in the intelligence community. I could have called in a favor and pooled my resources, and gotten a location on her pretty quickly. Deep down I didn't want to find her, being that she clearly didn't want to be found. I was ashamed of her running away from me, and was afraid of what she'd say to me if I did track her down. Better to let her go her own way. ...

... She was safe, after all. Natalia had told me as much.

Then came the porn video.

After getting nowhere with Natalia, I paid a private investigator who was ex-military, and who also dabbled in defense contracts specializing in intelligence gathering. He had access to a whole bunch of neat gadgets that were off limits to your average person, civilian PI's included. Although there were laws that forbade the use of such gadgets without certain court orders, he was willing to bend some rules and help me out. For the record, he hadn't done anything illegal yet -- the key word being yet. If Karina were in real danger and needed help, he wouldn't hesitate to do all he could to intervene. I'd already lost Rick to a gang of Russian arms dealers, and I wasn't going to let something like that happen again. Turns out Tiffany had told me the truth. Karina was in Florida, working for a start-up adult video production company in Tampa Bay called Scarlet Rendezvous. No one by the name of "Sasha" had turned up, but that was most likely a nickname. My guy hadn't located where Karina was staying either. Still, the production company was real, with a phone number and address. It had taken him about two weeks to gather this information, as he was already tied up with other work.

I called the number, identifying myself as an entrepreneur looking to invest in the new company. The woman who answered the phone seemed interested, although she explained any meaningful conversation on the subject ...