Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
He hummed. “Not called ‘My eyes,’” he said. “It’s called ‘See For Me.’ I put it on your home screen, down at the bottom. Bottom left corner. You should be able to find it pretty easily from there.”
He kept typing away, the sounds of my buttons clicking away on my iPhone letting me know he was still working.
Then his hand was reaching for mine and he placed the phone in my hand. “In there under Gee. G-E-E.”
I nodded.
“See you around, Benny,” he teased.
“Bye, Gee.”
I hated the sound of my door closing behind him.
I hated even more that he was such a nice guy, and I had to stay away from him.
People really did suck.
I’m not as mean as I could be, and I want people to be more grateful for that.
—Garrett to his mom
GARRETT
I checked up on her.
I had to.
And what I saw broke my heart.
She didn’t leave the house all that much. When she did, she had the white cane with her, and it was only to walk around the lobby, then it was right back up to her place.
She didn’t leave the building. Didn’t try to take the bus. Hell, she even had her groceries delivered.
Of course, I got a lot of this from the downstairs attendant, Mission.
Mission was a fifty-year-old man with a wife and three kids that all worked at DPD with us. He’d worked there himself for twenty-five years as a janitor when I’d told him about this place.
He’d made the move because he loved the hours, and it was closer to his home since he couldn’t drive anymore.
“You’re sure she hasn’t left?” I asked.
“Nope,” he stated. “It’s just me and Mr. Turnball. Neither him nor I have seen her leave. She gets groceries delivered on Tuesdays. She sets her trash out on Thursdays. But other than that…”
She hadn’t left the apartment.
Shit.
“Okay,” I said, wishing that I hadn’t told myself it was best to stay away from her.
But it would absolutely kill me if anything had happened to her because I was careless, and she was seen with me.
My brothers were fine. They could all take care of themselves.
The new gang leader also seemed to have a moral compass, because since he’d taken over, no cops, women or children had been hurt.
Unless it came to me, apparently.
I was a cop he didn’t care if he took out.
And if he was okay taking me out, it meant he was probably okay with taking her out.
And that would not happen.
Not ever.
“Thanks, Mission,” I said as I offered him my hand.
He shook it and went back to his desk when the phone rang.
Instead of going up to my apartment, I went outside and placed the phone to my ear after searching up the contact I wanted.
“Boss treating you okay, kid?” the man asked the moment he answered.
I smiled. “Boss is being a good boy, yes.”
“I can’t believe you kept the Boss. I told my kid she was crazy for calling him that, yet you kept it.” He laughed.
“Couldn’t very well change it when he was already called Boss for the first year of his life,” I pointed out to the man that answered. “You got a minute to talk?”
“Sure do,” Killian Spurlock, also known as Trance to his motorcycle club friends, answered. “What’s up?”
Trance was a police officer himself, and he trained K-9s for all kinds of jobs. He’d started out training police K-9s and had branched out to search and rescue as well as working dogs that serviced a whole shit ton of medical issues.
According to him, he’d branched out when his retired K-9 had helped his handicapped wife when needed, and he’d made it his mission to train his K-9 officer flunkies.
I explained the situation at hand to him in depth, and he made a humming sound.
“What the fuck?” he asked. “They just left her there?”
Anger still boiled in my gut at the memories of finding her there, scared and hurt, in the middle of a trail with a steep drop off on the other side of her.
“They just left her,” I confirmed. “Doctors said had she gotten immediate care, she’d have probably been fine. But the brain bleed caused pressure on the nerves to her eyes, causing her to lose her eyesight.”
“Fuckin’ a,” he cursed. “My wife had a TBI, too, and had almost the same thing happen to her. She lost sight, mostly. But she was able to get it back after a long time. Is there a possibility…”
“No,” I said. “Blood loss to her eyes caused them to degrade. Her eyes are still there and all, but there’s not ever going to be a possibility of her getting her eyesight back.”
“I have a couple of flunkies that I moved to the seeing-eye dog program lately.” Trance switched to work mode. “If you’re interested, come check them out.”