Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Yoohoo,” Cato chirps, bouncing into the police station, covered from head to toe in glitter. “Did you just arrest someone?”
The guy is fine as fuck in a pair of leather pants but a little too chipper for my taste. Apparently, I have a thing for moody shits like Callan. Still, I admire Cato’s bubble butt in his red leather pants. Knowing he’s the object of my attention, he cocks his hip to the side and grins.
“Drinking and driving. You haven’t been drinking and driving, have you?” I cock an eyebrow at him. “Because…”
His golden-brown eyes gleam with wickedness. “You’ll use those handcuffs on me?”
As tempting as that is, I don’t bite. Because if I bite, I’ll continue to bite until this sassy guy is whimpering my name and shooting his load all over his stomach. I’m on the clock, after all.
“You should go to bed,” I grunt, nodding up to his apartment.
I’ve only officially worked at the BFB PD for less than a week, but since Cato owns And Puppies! right above us, I’ve gotten to know him pretty well. He’s a relentless flirt.
“You could come with me.” He nibbles on his bottom lip. “Help me wash off all this glitter.”
I smirk. “Do I look like the kind of guy who does anything clean? I can assure you, if I took you upstairs, I wouldn’t be trying to get that glitter off.” I give him a wink and then sink back down into my chair.
“I knew you were gay. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. It’s probably for the best I not touch your pretty dick anyway,” he mutters. “Brie baby would absolutely kill me if I let her brother fuck me.”
Cato, for not being the biggest guy, makes a lot of noise going up and down his stairs. Now, as he clomps back up them, it sounds like a herd of elephants trampling through here. Eventually, it grows quiet again.
I arrested Dean Bell.
Damn, it feels good to get that asshole back.
Another hour rolls by, and I pass the time flipping through a couple of open case files. One is the recent break-ins, including that of the BFB Daily Herald, and another is the Rainbow Vigilante. Despite not having left his mark recently, the perp who’s decorated most of Main Street and the surrounding businesses with spray-painted rainbows has yet to be apprehended. There are notes in the file from Brie suggesting that maybe Hank Townsend was responsible, and because he’s in prison, that’s why the vandalism stopped. Jax doesn’t agree, according to his noted reply.
Hank Townsend.
I remember that kid. Nice enough at the time, but apparently he’s gotten into some trouble since then. After locating his closed file, I take my time reading through every detail.
Vandalism.
Hate crimes.
Assault.
The list goes on and on. When I come across pictures of a battered boy, my stomach twists violently. Not just any boy.
Callan.
That motherfucker beat that kid with a baseball bat because he’s gay.
I go on to read that Zak confronted Townsend and Brie ended up shooting Townsend in the arm. All while at school. Damn, Jax wasn’t kidding when he said crime had amped up.
Flipping back to the picture of Callan, I stare at all his bruising. The sad-as-fuck pout of his lips. Haunted eyes.
So the kid has been to battle.
This shouldn’t make him more interesting to me, but it does. I want to know everything about him. Like how his history teacher ended up beating the fuck out of him. There’s a lot of mystery surrounding Callan Kincaid, and I’m too damn curious to ignore it.
Movement catches my eye. Across the street, a hooded figure walks along the sidewalk. I watch it until it disappears. Then, I continue to pick through all the files in the BFB police station, going back to my own file decades ago.
Hours later, sunlight is just streaming in when Jax finally enters the station for his morning shift, two coffees in hand.
“Morning,” he grunts, his expression wary. “I heard you had a busy night.”
“Yeah?”
“Cato texted me last night asking who you arrested.”
“Oh,” I smirk and shrug. “You’re probably not going to like it.”
His eyebrows pinch together as he sets a coffee down for me. “That right?”
I thump the ticket on top of the file I made for his father. “Handle it how you want, but he’s not getting out of this ticket.”
He blanches when he reads the name on the file. “You arrested my dad?”
“I did.”
“Holy shit…” He gapes at me. “You seriously arrested my father for driving under the influence?”
“Wasn’t sure what you guys here in Brigs Ferry Bay consider the legal limit, so I’ll let that be your call on what you want to do about it.” I rise to my feet and stretch. “Have fun.”
“Thanks,” Jax growls. “I’ll take it from here.”
He’ll most likely let the old prick out, but I got what I wanted.