Right now, though, she didn’t want to think about that too much. Her nerves were already frayed as she worried about John and the other Guard members, even though she was having fun playing.
So, she tried to just focus on the good time. After the snacks, a bunch of the Littles did slide races.
Sitting on special mat, they zoomed down the giant slide, giggling the entire way down. It felt as if Trixie would fly off each time she hit the bump, and her stomach always turned a nervous but excited somersault.
She absolutely loved it.
But after the sixth race, a thought occurred to her.
“My key!”
“What?” Samantha asked.
“Sorry. I just realized I forgot to tell Daddy—I mean John—that I hid the key to my storage locker in a special spot in my hotel room!” She took out her cell and said, “I’ll be right back.”
Samantha and Iris were both grinning.
“What?” Trixie asked, though she already had a pretty good idea what they were smiling about.
“You called him Daddy,” Samantha pointed out.
Trixie just blushed as she turned away and made the call.
John didn’t answer. She immediately tried again, only to get the same results.
Crap.
She walked back to where her friends stood near the end of the slide.
“What’s up?” Annika asked. “You all good?”
Trixie thought about it for a moment. “I think so. It’s just that… I have a bunch of evidence in a storage locker I rented in Vegas.”
“Evidence?” Annika said.
“Yeah. Those people who are after me? It’s stuff that’ll take them down.”
The other Littles nodded.
“Anyway,” Trixie continued, “when I checked into my room, I hid the key. Just in case someone came looking for it. I wasn’treally expecting trouble, but it’s a good thing I did that.” She shrugged. “But I forgot to tell Da—” She caught herself with a wry grin. “John. I forgot to tell John that I did that. So when he grabbed my stuff from my room, he didn’t get that key! But now I can’t get a hold of him.”
“Ooh, I’ll call my Daddy,” Cami offered. “I think they’re all together.”
She grabbed her phone, put it to her ear, and waited.
After a moment, she lowered it.
“He didn’t answer.”
“Let me try Jack,” Iris said.
She did so, but it yielded the same results.
“They must all be tied up,” Samantha stated.
“Maybe doing important Daddy Guard stuff,” Lana suggested.
Trixie chewed on her bottom lip as she thought it over.
