Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Ahh,” I go to say.
“Leave it, Blue,” the officer says, “I’ll get it sorted.”
The man he’s calling Blue, turns and glares at him. “You had better.”
With that, the two bikers leave, slamming the door behind them. The loud rumble of bikes can be heard a moment later before they take off into the night. I can only assume they were talking about Leo, and it makes me cringe thinking of what he might have done to make a biker so angry.
“You must be here for Leo?”
I blink, and glance at the officer. “Oh, right. Yes.”
“This way.”
He signs me in, and I stand by a desk as he scribbles a few things on some forms he prints out, then he leads me to the holding cells. Leo is sitting in one to the far right, and when he notices me, he launches to his feet, rushing over and curling his fingers around the bars. His face is all busted up, and so are his knuckles. One of his eyes is so black, it’s nearly completely swollen shut. “You came.”
I narrow my eyes, letting him know I’m more than a little pissed that I’m doing this.
“What the hell did you do? Have you seen your face?”
“Nothing major. It was just a fight.”
I glance at the officer, who doesn’t say a word.
“You were fighting with bikers?” I whisper-hiss.
“It wasn’t intentional. I’ll explain in the car.”
I step back with a sigh, and we go through the process of signing him out. Once we’re done, we make our way out of the station and to my car. I can’t help my eyes roaming the streets as I unlock the doors, wondering if those bikers are going to show up again. Clear, for now, we climb into my car, and I start it, turning in my seat to slowly reverse out.
“Explain yourself,” I order.
“That biker, Blue, or whatever the fuck his name is, said something to me, and it rubbed me the wrong way, so I hit him.”
“You hit a biker?” I squeak. “You do know they travel in packs, right?”
Leo snorts. “And?”
“And it doesn’t seem smart to mess with them.”
“I’m not messing with them, I was messing with one. Surely he’s not going to get his little gang to come after me. I think he can fight his own battles.”
“He seemed pretty angry,” I point out.
Leo waves a hand. “He’ll forget about it in no time.”
“You should be more careful,” I mutter. “Your face is pretty banged up.”
“Lucky I have you to help me out.”
If I could, I’d reach over and hit him, but I hate driving at night so I’m not taking my hands off the wheel.
“You can clean yourself up.”
He turns to me. “Come on, Bon. You’re not that angry, surely?”
“You know I hate driving at night. I’m practically blind.”
“No you’re not, and I’m sorry, you’re the only person I could call.”
“You couldn’t have called Mary?”
He grins. “Macy.”
I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face. “Marie?”
Reaching over, Leo puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes. “Where would I be without you? Can I stay at your place tonight? I don’t have a first-aid kit.”
I roll my eyes. “How the hell do you manage to keep yourself alive?”
“I have absolutely no idea.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “You’ll be the death of me. I’ll clean you up, but be warned, I’m not going to be gentle.”
“I would expect no less.”
I can’t be mad at him.
Lord knows I try.
He’s under my skin.
He’s my best friend.
4
Sitting across from the police officer who worked the case of Daniel and Braithe twenty years ago, I thank my lucky stars that he is still living in this town and was willing to talk to me. I couldn’t believe my luck when I tracked down his name and called the station, scheduling a time to speak. I’m not entirely sure exactly what questions I want to ask. I guess, more than anything, I just want to start from the beginning.
He was on the scene that day.
He was one of the two police officers there.
Police Chief Jordan Myers sits across from me, a small smile playing around his lips. The deep blue of his eyes reflects from the light above him, making them look almost murky. His face, clean shaven, is free of any wrinkles or blemishes. His uniform is crisp, and he’s fit. He’s possibly in his mid-fifties, but when the case was big news, he would have been in the prime of his career.
He's now Police Chief, which is a big deal.
Shifting in the seat, I give him my best smile and introduce myself.
“Thanks for seeing me today, Mr. Myers. My name is Bonnie, and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind me asking you a few questions.”
“Call me Jordan.” He grins, leaning forward on the desk so he can rest his arms. “I’m happy to answer any questions I can. I hear it’s about the Gregory case?”