“Not without the proper paperwork. There are laws in place to document who comes and goes within the country.”
She was going to give me a civics lesson.
More typing, but this time she didn’t stop. “Do you have proof of that claim about your agent?”
I sighed and rubbed my temples. “Not with me, but I can get it.”
She nodded and kept typing. I waited as she clicked away on the keys, then backspaced a hundred times before typing again.
“Mr. Kearney, were you formally charged with stalking Mr. Leland Phillips in November of last year?”
“No, ma’am. I’ve been in the United States since July of last year. And that is my agent.”
Her brows lifted as she typed. Was she writing a book over there?
“We will need that documentation of all of that. When you bring it back, we can revisit your status with the United States government.”
“Can I ask how long that might take?”
“Well, when you return, not too long. Maybe a month or so.”
I took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Okay. Thank you for your help. I’ll get the documentation you require from the Detective and bring it back.”
She nodded. “Thank you for coming in.”
I smiled and held out my hand. “Thank you for your help.”
When I got outside, I pulled out my phone and called Carson. There was no answer, so I resorted to Owen. When he picked up the phone, I went straight to it.
“Can you meet me at CK for a beer? I need one.”
He chuckled into the line. “I’m on the way.”
When I walked into the pub, I found my friend sitting at the bar in our usual spot. He must have been close by to beat me here.
“I was startin’ to think ya weren’t ever coming out again,” Owen teased as I took my spot next to him.
“Yeah, well,” I sighed, “I needed to catch up on some sleep. We went from the playoffs to carting me off to the airport in less than twenty-four hours.”
I smiled as Mickie came over to take my order.
“Hello, mate. Good to see you back. What can I get ya? Your usual?”
“Heya Mickie. I’ll take an IPA if ya got one.”
His eyes widened. “Ya giving up the stout?”
I laughed. “I guess. It’s a little heavy these days.”
“Anything to eat?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Not for me, thanks.”
Mickie nodded. “Okay, I’ll be back with your beer.”
Owen turned on his stool to look at me. “Ya feeling okay? No burger?”
I shook my head. “Nah. Not too hungry. Still worked up about the damn mess with the visa.”
