I figured that was a good place to start."Sarah, I have no idea in the world how to take care of a child. I've never been married and I really haven't...been around kids that much since I became an adult. How old are you?" I'll be fourteen next month," she said.I walked to the cabinet and got out a pack of Oreo cookies. From the grin on her face you'd have thought that I put a ton of gold in front of her. She grabbed a handful of cookies, took a quick look at me to see if I was going to yell at. But I need a passport."The teenager squirmed. "Well that could be." Fucking piece of cake you said in the nick. Come on, I know you got contacts, and I got the cash to pay ya."Dave took a deep breath. "I might be able to sort sommat awt," he said with a jaunty tone. "But I need two days." How much?" Five grand?" Five grand," Jamie cried out and then lowered his voice. "Five grand for a passport?" Don't ya want it to get ya out of this shithole. If ya want it ta fool the plod ya need to stump up. ‘A few,’ he answered vaguely. ‘Why so many?’ ‘I never really felt comfortable in any of them,’ he shrugged, thinking back to his lonely, albeit rich, life. ‘So every where I went, I tried it all over again.’ Now it didn’t matter where he was or where he lived, so long as he had Mimi with him. Just the thought of her walking into his old, cold, spooky main mansion erased all of the unsettling feelings he felt about the place. He could actually move back in now, and not feel discontent or have. I went straight up, and naturally she then kept me waiting around outside her office. Part of her power play; I was expecting it. I stood where she could easily see me through her glass partition and took some enjoyment out of her pretending to ignore me. I used the time chatting to Babs, her secretary, about what we’d done at the weekend. Babs and I had always gotten on fine; although we hadn’t seen a lot of her downstairs since Ms Beyts had blown in a year ago to be the new VP on the block.