Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
My father turned his head toward me and glared. “Because I didn’t want you to lose your fuckin’ job.”
I rolled my eyes.
“It looks bad when your daddy tries to fix everything,” I said stiffly. “I told you when I took this job with Kilgore that I didn’t want you interfering. I know you mean well, but this is a part of me growing up.”
When I’d come home after my four-year stint in the Navy, it’d been with the understanding that if I came home, I would apply for KPD. I would go through the rookie training. Then I would do what needed to be done on my end. All without my father’s help.
Because, despite being an adult, I was still looked upon as a kid. Downy’s kid. And a lot of them still treated me as such.
“He has a point,” Luke said.
Luke was my father’s best friend, and also the chief of police.
“Fuck off.” Dad stood. “Fine, I’m going. But don’t give him shit duty, okay? He’s too good for that. You’re going to be wasting the kid’s talents if you do.”
My father slammed out of the office moments later, and I looked blandly at Luke as if I was waiting for him to comment on it.
He didn’t.
“I have a new unit,” he said. “I’m not saying you did anything wrong. And this unit is brand new. Totally and completely a test experiment. The unit may disband in a couple of months if it doesn’t work like I think it will.”
I raised a brow at him.
“What is this unit?” I asked.
“A motorcycle unit.”
Chapter 1
Why do ducks have to be in a row at all?
-Lock’s secret thoughts
Lock
Six months later
“God, this fuckin’ cake is fucking amazing.” I groaned, loving the way the creamy texture of the icing tasted. “Who made this?”
Royal, one of my good friend’s fiancée, smiled.
“I know, right?” Her face sobered then. “Her name is Saylor Spada. She has a business that she runs out of her house, Dixie’s Cakes.” She frowned. “I’m so sad that she’s leaving.”
The thought of never getting a taste of a cake this good ever again really left me feeling sad.
I was a huge fan of sweets. If I passed a bakery, there was about a ninety-nine percent chance that I wasn’t going to stop myself from running in and trying something inside.
Hence the reason I ran five miles five days out of the week and lifted weights like it was going out of style.
I had to double up my workouts and add on mileage just to fuel the habit.
“I think I was supposed to pick up a cake from her once. I didn’t actually get the chance to get it because I was running late. Rune had to end up picking up her own cake.” I paused. “Why’s she leavin’?”
Justice, my good friend and a fellow motorcycle patrol unit operator that sometimes partnered with me, sauntered into the room.
He took one look at my half-eaten slice of cake and narrowed his eyes.
“That’s my wedding cake,” he said.
“Actually,” I corrected him. “This was a sample of the wedding cake. Since you couldn’t be here, I graciously volunteered to help her try it.”
“I couldn’t be here because I was fuckin’ working,” Justice countered. “Hey, did you hear that we’re getting a new guy?”
I forked up another bite of food and shook my head. “No. Why?”
Weren’t we full?
“There’s a lot of talk at the PD about him.”
“What talk?” I asked.
I hadn’t heard shit.
“He’s ex-military.” Justice shrugged. “And that he was fucked up and crazy.”
I snorted. “Exactly what we need. A crazy motherfuckin’ cop on a bike with a death wish. We’ll have another goddamn Speed-Trap on our hands if we’re not careful.”
With that, Justice started laughing.
“I didn’t get the chance to meet him before he retired, but I hear he’s a legend.” Justice picked his soon-to-be wife up into his arms and sat before pulling her back down into his lap.
“Count yourself lucky.” I took another bite. “Speed-Trap gave my father a ticket. He gave me a ticket. Actually, I take that back. He gave me three tickets. And my father happened to be working at the time that Speed-Trap gave me those tickets.”
Justice snorted.
Royal, on the other hand, was nodding her head in commiseration.
“No joke,” Royal said. “I don’t think there’s a single person in this town that was exempt from his attentions. Seriously, he was a jerk.” She smiled. “I remember this one time. I was new at driving. Was in the middle lane on the Loop. I was trying to get over to get into the turn lane, but each time that I did, the car beside me would slow down or speed up. Finally, I just got pissed and zoomed around his ass.” She covered her mouth with her hand as she started to laugh. “I remember looking over as I did that to see Speed-Trap staring at me with a look of disbelief on his face.”