and otherwise, in here with a knife. You got over Abbie quick enough."
Brogan glanced at his brother. "Aye, I guess I did. Makes me a prat, I know. I can't help myself. You're right, I'm smashed, a mess, and I don't know how to fix it." He paused, trying to steady his voice. "Can you stay for a few days, Nevan, please?"
Nevan remained quiet for a few moments. "Aye. Until you leave for Canada. I'll stay, my brother."
Chapter Six
Toronto International Airport
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Carly couldn't believe this. The customs officials had their luggage torn apart and the guitars out of their cases. They were fondling her panties, for God's sake! Gio seemed amused, but she wasn't. God, it was only Canada; why all the fuss? Well, since Hendrix was caught with drugs back in 1970 they were cracking down on anyone who even had a whiff of rock star about them, or so Carly assumed. Byrne looked the part in his trademark leather pants, boots, black silk shirt unbuttoned to his waist, and leather vest. Carly frowned. Hendrix again. The parallels were spooky. Be damned if Byrne would die in some anonymous hotel room. She would make it her mission to keep him safe, from himself most of all.
"Whose luggage is this, Mr Byrne?" the officer called out.
"Mine."
The officer reached in between the lining and pulled out a small plastic bag. Byrne groaned aloud.
"This appears to be cannabis, around fourteen grams, which is about an ounce. You are aware this is an illegal substance, Mr Byrne?"
"Yes."
Carly snarled. "Gio, I thought you checked his luggage!"
"I did! I wasn't aware I had to cut the damned lining and check there!"
Carly's stomach did cartwheels. They were in deep shit. Again, the headlines rolled through her head. Nigel would be livid as he hated scandal and drama.
The customs officer approached the trio. "If you'll take a seat, I'll call the police. You've broken a federal law, and it has to be reported. We will be here some time, as we will be going through everything again, and we may insist on a strip search."
Carly glanced at Gio and Byrne and then stared at the ceiling. Could they be humiliated any further? Trying to keep her voice steady, she replied. "Of course, no problem."
All three moved to the wooden seats against the wall. One customs officer remained behind to watch them while the other went in the next room to call the local city police.
"Carly, I swear I didn't know it was there. I'm assuming the grass is from a tour months ago."
"Byrne, do you know what this means? Headlines and bad publicity. We didn't need this. Jesus, you could be in real trouble here! You are lucky this isn't some third world toilet. As it is there might be prison time," she whispered furiously. "You have the world by the balls and you are ruining everything. You and your damned whores and drugs." Carly exhaled and then continued. "What will Nigel say? He will blame me, and he'll be right. I should've been more vigilant. He'll replace me."
"It won't come to that, I promise," he replied, his voice sounding contrite. "No one is getting fired. Or replaced."
Carly took a deep breath, stood, and approached the customs officer. "Look, I don't know what the laws are here in Canada for cannabis possession. Is it as bad as the States?"
The man shook his head. He motioned toward Byrne. "He will be charged. The Toronto police are on their way. First offense could be a fine or up to six months in jail, but it's mostly fines. Get a lawyer. There is a discharge option."
"Is there any way to avoid any publicity on this?" Her voice sounded desperate.
"Probably not. Sorry. You know how it is. As soon as they take him in the word will get out."
Carly exhaled a shaky breath, and with it went her annoyance. Byrne stood and walked to her. The look on his face was tender and concerned. Her legs were threatening to give out. This damned man . He touched her arms, and an electric current sizzled, snapped, and covered her whole body.
"It
Brogan glanced at his brother. "Aye, I guess I did. Makes me a prat, I know. I can't help myself. You're right, I'm smashed, a mess, and I don't know how to fix it." He paused, trying to steady his voice. "Can you stay for a few days, Nevan, please?"
Nevan remained quiet for a few moments. "Aye. Until you leave for Canada. I'll stay, my brother."
Chapter Six
Toronto International Airport
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Carly couldn't believe this. The customs officials had their luggage torn apart and the guitars out of their cases. They were fondling her panties, for God's sake! Gio seemed amused, but she wasn't. God, it was only Canada; why all the fuss? Well, since Hendrix was caught with drugs back in 1970 they were cracking down on anyone who even had a whiff of rock star about them, or so Carly assumed. Byrne looked the part in his trademark leather pants, boots, black silk shirt unbuttoned to his waist, and leather vest. Carly frowned. Hendrix again. The parallels were spooky. Be damned if Byrne would die in some anonymous hotel room. She would make it her mission to keep him safe, from himself most of all.
"Whose luggage is this, Mr Byrne?" the officer called out.
"Mine."
The officer reached in between the lining and pulled out a small plastic bag. Byrne groaned aloud.
"This appears to be cannabis, around fourteen grams, which is about an ounce. You are aware this is an illegal substance, Mr Byrne?"
"Yes."
Carly snarled. "Gio, I thought you checked his luggage!"
"I did! I wasn't aware I had to cut the damned lining and check there!"
Carly's stomach did cartwheels. They were in deep shit. Again, the headlines rolled through her head. Nigel would be livid as he hated scandal and drama.
The customs officer approached the trio. "If you'll take a seat, I'll call the police. You've broken a federal law, and it has to be reported. We will be here some time, as we will be going through everything again, and we may insist on a strip search."
Carly glanced at Gio and Byrne and then stared at the ceiling. Could they be humiliated any further? Trying to keep her voice steady, she replied. "Of course, no problem."
All three moved to the wooden seats against the wall. One customs officer remained behind to watch them while the other went in the next room to call the local city police.
"Carly, I swear I didn't know it was there. I'm assuming the grass is from a tour months ago."
"Byrne, do you know what this means? Headlines and bad publicity. We didn't need this. Jesus, you could be in real trouble here! You are lucky this isn't some third world toilet. As it is there might be prison time," she whispered furiously. "You have the world by the balls and you are ruining everything. You and your damned whores and drugs." Carly exhaled and then continued. "What will Nigel say? He will blame me, and he'll be right. I should've been more vigilant. He'll replace me."
"It won't come to that, I promise," he replied, his voice sounding contrite. "No one is getting fired. Or replaced."
Carly took a deep breath, stood, and approached the customs officer. "Look, I don't know what the laws are here in Canada for cannabis possession. Is it as bad as the States?"
The man shook his head. He motioned toward Byrne. "He will be charged. The Toronto police are on their way. First offense could be a fine or up to six months in jail, but it's mostly fines. Get a lawyer. There is a discharge option."
"Is there any way to avoid any publicity on this?" Her voice sounded desperate.
"Probably not. Sorry. You know how it is. As soon as they take him in the word will get out."
Carly exhaled a shaky breath, and with it went her annoyance. Byrne stood and walked to her. The look on his face was tender and concerned. Her legs were threatening to give out. This damned man . He touched her arms, and an electric current sizzled, snapped, and covered her whole body.
"It
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