"Exactly." Terry steeples his fingers on the desk. "You know there's a good chance this isn't bullshit, Mak."So many things whirl through my head. I do not like Craig Kennedy, never have. He has his own code as far as street ethics are concerned. I was warned early in my police career to stay clear of him. That was before he made my life a nightmare whenever he was around.He wouldn't take no for an answer. No, I wouldn't go out with him. No, I wouldn't let him cop a feel, and no, I wouldn't fuck him. I refused to date the cops I worked with is what I told him. And especially not married cops like Kennedy. Just no! When I finally threatened to go to a supervisor, he backed off and gave me the stare-down whenever he could. I'd just roll my eyes. I heard rumors from other officers that Kennedy walked a thinner blue line than the rest of us or that he often straddled it. Most of these rumors related to him getting aggressive during arrests. I stayed out of the gossip and away from Kenn
I blast through my workout in record time and head back to my apartment for a quick shower. After washing my hair, lathering all my body parts, and drying myself, I take an hour to style my hair, apply makeup, and doll myself up for Fiddlers Bar and Grill. It's located outside Sunnyslope's Wendell district and outside the Cactus police district. It's also where both groups of cops gather in plain clothes to unwind. I want to look my best and get a feel for what's happening in the blue world.I park Sally in the side lot with five other vehicles and enter the dark and cool interior of the bar. After completely ignoring the sign on the door that reads: No Guns Permitted, I take a booth in the back corner. I guarantee everyone in here is carrying and not just the cops. I scout out the crowd and see only a few vaguely familiar faces. The majority of the police crowd will start drifting in shortly. I came a bit early so I could take the back booth and see who enters the bar. The cops I k
He's certifiably crazy.Through gritted teeth, I warn, "I don't like repeating myself and I won't press charges if you leave. Now."His smile disappears. "If it makes you feel more comfortable, pull your gun."I close my eyes in frustration and then realize what I've done and open them again. My gun isn't the problem; his damned guns aka ripped arms, are. No one involved in crime should have a body like Moon's. His cologne drifts over me and I inhale deeply. Somehow he's found that perfect match that accents his natural man-smell. Add in his blue eyes, which capture everything going on around him, and I'm having heart palpitations that have nothing to do with my apartment being broken into. I pull in another long breath to gain a small semblance of control. I'm unwilling to stand and point a damn gun at him now, and that pisses me off.He removes his cell from his pocket, backs a couple of feet away, and speaks to whoever's on the other end. "Order for two from El Tiempo and pick u
The chime of Moon's phone stops him from answering my question. He places his glass on the small side table, twists up a bit, and takes his cell from his pocket. He checks the screen and like a teenage pro, sends a message. He looks up at me after sending it. "Alex is here with our food." At the thought of El Tiempo, my stomach rumbles. Moon cocks an eyebrow.Hell even that's sexy.I stand up when I hear a soft knock at my front door."Sit. I'll get it and bring everything over here," he says as he heads to my door, like he owns it, and opens it for Gomez. Moon takes the food and I see Gomez peer at me over Moon's shoulder. I can't identify the exact look he gives me, and I tell myself that I don't care. So what if Gomez is impressed with the way I handle myself. That and a dollar will buy me an ice-cold Slurpee. Moon closes the door with his elbow while holding the bag in one hand and a six-pack of Corona in the other. It reminds me that I was being observed inside the bar. It's so
I stare at the dark television for ten minutes. This solves nothing. I check the sliding glass door that leads to my very small patio. It has a broken broomstick in the bottom rail so it can only slide open after removing it. The locking mechanism, which I check too, is a piece of crap. I head to the front door and lock it. I walk to my bedroom to go through my pre-sleep ritual. After a quick shower, I slip into one of my large shapeless tees. Brushing, flossing and moisturizer are next.I lie down in bed and turn off the lamp. When I close my eyes, I picture Moon-his reticent smile, his intense eyes, and his sexy as hell bod. My girl parts are ramped up and it's all Moon's fault. With a groan, I roll over and grab the purple wonder from the drawer beside my bed. I hit the switch and then lift and spread my knees. I place the vibration against my clit. The purple wonder twirls and vibrates, hitting the spot perfectly. I slide it through my folds and back to my clit while imagining Moo
Sweat drips down my brow and my tee is soaked. My brown BDUs are damp too. I need water, so I walk back to Sally for my water bottle. It was completely frozen when I left the apartment earlier. It's lukewarm now. I take a healthy swallow.I search for Mama Kane for an hour, but I can't find her. A homeless man I'm unfamiliar with tells me she's at Veterans hospital. Her goat went with animal control. I head to the hospital and receive bad news. Someone assaulted Mama Kane and she's in critical condition. A nurse tells me that no one has visited her and that I'm the first to ask how she's doing.It's so incredibly sad. As a cop, I was limited in what I could do. The homeless are considered a problem. It was my job to keep them in line. Don't get me wrong, I helped where I could. It's never enough, though.The nurse tells me that the cops want to know when she dies. This should make me angry, but I know it means the detectives have a suspect. If Mama Kane dies, the charges will change
Moon has pulled me so close that his face is inches from mine. "I locked it after I opened the door so it auto locks and I don't have a key," I say on a slow breath."I have a key. Christ, you smell so good," he murmurs and runs his nose across my cheek.I would tell him the same thing, but the information about him having my key stops me cold. "You made copies of my keys?" I knew he must have, I just didn't expect him to admit it.His hand glides down my body until he cups my ass. He ignores my question. "I just needed to see you for a moment and do this..."His lips crash down on mine. He isn't gentle. I forget about the keys. Hell, I forget that I'm outside in my short shorts. The kiss is hungry and wet, dominating and sexual. He tastes so damn good.He backs off and runs his tongue across my lips. "I've fantasized for the past two nights about you, like this." He deepens the kiss. His tongue slips around mine and I moan. He pulls me closer and presses his erection into my lowe
I don't recognize the voice right away."Mak, please."It's Penny Dandridge. "What's wrong, Penny?" I ask her softly. She sounds desperate and it helps clear my foggy thoughts."I need you to pick me up," she says between tears while gasping for breath.This isn't good, and I'm rethinking a cement foundation for her soon-to-be ex-husband. "Okay, have you called the police?""No police." Pure distress is clear in her answer. "Don't call them, please. I just need you to pick me up."Well, hell. I will most likely change my mind and call the police after I discover what condition she's in. "Are you safe?""Ye...yes. I'm safe. I'm in Heber. At the cabin in Heber. I need, just need a ride.""Okay," I get up and head to my desk. "Give me your address. It'll take about two hours to get there." I scribble the address."Thank you, Mak... I'm so sorry." She hangs up. Her voice sounded incredibly sad. I, on the other hand, am pissed off. If I had my hands on Harry Dandridge right now,