Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
God moved into Syn’s personal space quickly, damn near putting his nose on Syn’s forehead. He snarled, "Shut up," but Syn didn’t budge. He kept talking, refusing to be intimidated.
“The bust went exactly according to their plan. You might want to check some of your Detectives' bank accounts, Captain. It seems they aren’t satisfied with their pay grade and have resorted to robbing dealers.”
“Are you referring to yourself, Sydney?” God pfftd.
Syn saw red. His hand moved quickly, too fast for God to stop it as he bunched God’s jacket up in his fist. Syn didn’t anticipate God’s anger escalating as quickly as it did. A huge hand locked on to his throat, the other massive hand gripping his bulletproof vest. God propelled him backwards until Syn slammed against the wall.
“Calm down, Sydney!” God roared.
Syn tried to unsuccessfully take a breath.
“God, back off, now!” Syn could hear the Captain yelling, but his head was pounding from the impact with the wall.
Syn knew he only had a few more seconds before he would pass out. He brought his right arm all the way up and slammed it back down onto God’s forearm, dislodging the punishing grip. Syn gulped a quick breath, crouched low and slammed his right fist into God’s ribs. He saw God’s right fist coming and he had to use both arms to block the hit. Fuck, God was huge and fucking strong. God grabbed both of Syn’s shoulders and no matter how Syn twisted, he couldn’t pry himself free. He stopped trying to remove God’s fingers and instead braced both hands on God’s thick shoulders, reared his head back and slammed his forehead into the bridge of God’s nose, finally making him release his grip. God staggered back and although Syn was dazed, he moved in, determined to keep the upper hand. In a split second he registered his legs being taken out from under him. Day had moved like a panther, dropped and spin-kicked his legs, sending Syn to the floor back first, hard.
Damn that fucker is fast. Syn didn’t let the pain radiating down his back stall him. He kicked back up onto his feet and prepared to take them both on. How? He had no idea, but he damn sure was going to give it his best try.
“Enough,” Day said easily, not even out of breath.
Syn saw God over against the Captain’s desk moving his nose back and forth checking to see if it was broken. Syn didn’t dare let his guard down. “I’ll say when it’s enough and I won’t stop until I’ve gone to IA and your whole goddamn task force is under investigation. It won’t be enough until they’re probing up your asses with microscopes for dirty money,” Syn gasped the words between breaths.
“A microscope is not what I prefer up my ass Detective Sydney ... or haven’t you heard?” Day retorted.
Syn couldn’t stop his startled reaction, Day’s crass remark catching him off guard. “You sonofabitch.” Syn moved toward Day again, his resolve long gone.
Captain Myers moved in and put a thick hand against the front of Syn’s chest. “Actually, I say when it’s enough. Detective Sydney, unless you want to wait down in lockup until you calm down, I suggest you get a hold of yourself. You are all highly trained professionals and you’re acting like goddamn animals.”
Syn’s chest heaved up and down with adrenaline. He’d just taken on God and Day. What the hell am I doing?
Captain Myers turned and pointed a long finger at Day. “Day, if you ever refer to anything you want in your ass around me again, I’ll have your inappropriate, cocky ass back in a uniform policing school zone traffic.”
Syn watched Day pfft at the Captain and walk over to God, squinting to look at his nose. “Is it broken?” Day asked.
God shook his head no, while glaring at Syn.
Day smiled at Syn with what looked like pride. He clapped his hands together once and whooped before speaking. “Damn, the man can rumble. Never seen anyone not back down from you, God. I like him already. I say we make him third in command. I told you he’d fit right in. Man, when I’m right, I’m right. Sometimes I stun my damn self with how great a judge of character I am!” Day did some weird happy dance.
“Yeah, I’m a great judge of character too, that’s why I don’t like anyone,” God snapped.
“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not staying to work with you bastards.” Syn looked at Day like he was crazy and turned to the Captain. “Captain Myers I want to lodge a formal complaint immediately against Detective Ronowski, Lieutenant Godfrey and Lieutenant Day. I personally witnessed them carry out an un-warranted search and seizure, assault a man with excessive force, and steal evidence.” Syn pointed angrily at God. “Hell, I want that crazy bastard arrested for reckless driving and running six stop lights on our way back to the station.”