บททั้งหมดของ Hotter Than Hell: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. "Dandridge is coming with us," he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size.Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he's still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry's face are telling and there's a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.Harry has the nerve to whisper at me like we're a team, "Get me out of here and there's ten grand in it for you." He takes another step in my direction. I have no idea why he thinks I can save either of us with a can of pepper spray.I give a half-eye to Caddy-thug-dudes. Thug One steps closer, his gun turns fully to Harry. "Moon wants Dandridge and one way or another, he's ours."Well shit. I can't help feeling sympathy for Harry. Whatever he's done, he's pissed off the wrong person. I know who Moon is. If you're a d

The door closes and I begin trembling. I'm not sure if it's caused by Moon, the overload of adrenaline, or the hit to my head. I remind myself who he is-all the horrible things I know about him. He's the embodiment of every criminal who has crossed my path. He has multiple deaths credited to his organization. There's never been enough evidence to pin them on Moon, but law enforcement knows he's responsible. And even with all these thoughts, my damn body doesn't care.I inhale slowly and try to gain my composure. This isn't me, it's a momentary lapse. I'm not controlled by raging sex hormones switched on by a hot, magnetic body. "I'm not," I mutter aloud. Thank God he took my stupid remark about being a cop for a "no" to his dinner invitation. I can't imagine being seen anywhere with him. Or going anywhere with him.My gaze moves to my BDUs and camera on the dresser. I do a quick sweep of the room, wondering if Moon has hidden cameras. I wouldn't put it past him. I'm assuming that I'm

My apartment is in the northwest valley by an old high school that once had two acres of rolling grass where students sat and ate lunch. A few years ago, the grass was changed to the customary desert landscaping-rocks-and now high fences separate the school from the road. Passing through a metal detector is also required to enter the building. I never worked this district as a cop. In Phoenix, you don't live where you work. You travel as far as possible. The last thing you want is to run into someone undesirable when off duty. Home should be your sanctuary. I, like most city officers, varied my route when leaving the department and heading home. You always check to be sure you aren't followed. It's the life of a cop and these lessons begin at the academy.Gomez pulls into my apartment complex, which is kitty-corner from the school. He travels toward the back and I wonder if he helped return my car. The clock on the dash shows it's been more than five hours since I took dick pics of Mr

Terry's office door is closed, which offers another clue. "Spill it, lady," I say to Brenda."He's in there with his attorney." She points toward Terry's door.I'm stunned. "Attorney at Law Terry the Fairy has an attorney?" Her grin widens at the use of Terry's nickname. She has worked for Terry for more than ten years. I like her, even though she carries true affection for Terry. In my opinion, he doesn't deserve her. This, however, does not mean she lacks a sense of humor. "Apparently, he took the wrong woman for a ride and she's filed a lawsuit and made a complaint to the state bar."I don't like Terry, but I've never heard that he forces women. A lawsuit means she wants money. Now, I get the humor. Filing a lawsuit for something outrageous is something Terry would do. Today, he's getting back some of his own medicine."I'm dying to ask what he did, but I'm almost afraid."She bites her lip before releasing it and replies, "I'm horrible for even smiling." She laughs into her

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