Dialing 9-1-1 I told the operator the quick version. She said she was sending a police unit to pick me up and drive me to the station to give them an official statement.
My ride showed up five minutes later in the form of a cute, boyish looking cop. He didn’t have anything on Tyler. His brown hair was shaved close, and he was a little on the pudgy side. He said his name was Officer Cooke, and he seemed like a friendly enough guy.
“So, Officer Cooke, do you by chance know Tyler Evans?” I asked him on the way to the station. This was the second time in a week I'd been in a police car. I hoped it wasn't becoming a habit.
He glanced over me and smiled. “Yeah, I know Evans. Why?”
“He’s a friend of mine.”
“I'm not surprised. Evans has a helluva lot of female friends,” he chuckled.
Huh, I guess I shouldn't be surprised based on the way he looked, especially in his damn uniform. But there was still a stab of jealousy, even though I wasn't dating the man.
“Do you have his phone number?”
“Yeah, you want to call him? This should be good. Here,” he said, pulling out and handing me his cell. “He’s in my contacts as just Evans.”
“Thanks.”
I went through the phone, pissed that those bastards took mine, then took a deep breath before hitting send.
“Cooke?" answered his deep husky voice. "What's up? I'm off tonight.”
“Um, Tyler?”
“Yeah," he said, then there was complete silence for several seconds. "Who's this?”
“It’s Lauren,” I replied, hoping he wouldn’t need a last name to recognize me.
“Lauren?” I heard the phone crackle before he spoke again, like he was moving around. “Why the hell are you calling from Cooke’s phone? Are you trying to fuck the whole goddamn police squad? After sucking my dick you can go ahead and cross my name off. But tell me, did Cooke get the full service like my roommate or just a blow job?”
Well, I guess I deserved that, but it still hurt like hell. The tears from earlier started falling again, reminding me just how shitty my life was. I knew Officer Cooke could probably hear what Tyler had yelled, which made it even more embarrassing.
“Never mind,” I said, ending the call and handing the phone back to Cooke without a word. I turned my head toward the window to wipe the tears off my cheeks, and tried to take a few deep breaths to hold back the sob trying to bubble up.
Cooke’s phone rang and he answered it. “Evans, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
I heard what sounded like Tyler say, “Give the phone back to Lauren.”
“I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to talk to you after the shit you just pulled. Way to go, making her fucked up night even worse, you cranky bastard.”
It sounded like Tyler said, “What do you mean "fucked up night"?”
“The girl just got robbed and kidnapped at gunpoint by two thugs.”
“Goddamn it! Are you serious?” Tyler exclaimed loud enough for me to hear clearly.
“Yeah, you deserve the ass of the year award. I'll be sure to nominate you.”
I think Tyler said something like, "What the fuck happened to her? Is she okay? Put her back on the phone.”
When Cooke offered the phone I just shook my head no.
“She's really upset and doesn’t want to talk to you. I’m bringing her in to get her statement. From what she said when I picked her up on God-forsaken Florida Street, two guys with masks and guns came into her apartment tonight and robbed her and her mom, then made her go with them to the ATM. She gave them the cash from her account, and they took off in an older model red Corolla.”
“ Fuck !” he yelled. “Tell her Caleb and I are on our way to the station.”
“Will do, although maybe you should just send Caleb and keep your ass at home,” Cooke said before hanging up.
“So you’re seeing Caleb, and Tyler's jealous?” he asked.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“I’m sorry he said that shit to you. He’s usually not such a jerk. Must really be
My ride showed up five minutes later in the form of a cute, boyish looking cop. He didn’t have anything on Tyler. His brown hair was shaved close, and he was a little on the pudgy side. He said his name was Officer Cooke, and he seemed like a friendly enough guy.
“So, Officer Cooke, do you by chance know Tyler Evans?” I asked him on the way to the station. This was the second time in a week I'd been in a police car. I hoped it wasn't becoming a habit.
He glanced over me and smiled. “Yeah, I know Evans. Why?”
“He’s a friend of mine.”
“I'm not surprised. Evans has a helluva lot of female friends,” he chuckled.
Huh, I guess I shouldn't be surprised based on the way he looked, especially in his damn uniform. But there was still a stab of jealousy, even though I wasn't dating the man.
“Do you have his phone number?”
“Yeah, you want to call him? This should be good. Here,” he said, pulling out and handing me his cell. “He’s in my contacts as just Evans.”
“Thanks.”
I went through the phone, pissed that those bastards took mine, then took a deep breath before hitting send.
“Cooke?" answered his deep husky voice. "What's up? I'm off tonight.”
“Um, Tyler?”
“Yeah," he said, then there was complete silence for several seconds. "Who's this?”
“It’s Lauren,” I replied, hoping he wouldn’t need a last name to recognize me.
“Lauren?” I heard the phone crackle before he spoke again, like he was moving around. “Why the hell are you calling from Cooke’s phone? Are you trying to fuck the whole goddamn police squad? After sucking my dick you can go ahead and cross my name off. But tell me, did Cooke get the full service like my roommate or just a blow job?”
Well, I guess I deserved that, but it still hurt like hell. The tears from earlier started falling again, reminding me just how shitty my life was. I knew Officer Cooke could probably hear what Tyler had yelled, which made it even more embarrassing.
“Never mind,” I said, ending the call and handing the phone back to Cooke without a word. I turned my head toward the window to wipe the tears off my cheeks, and tried to take a few deep breaths to hold back the sob trying to bubble up.
Cooke’s phone rang and he answered it. “Evans, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
I heard what sounded like Tyler say, “Give the phone back to Lauren.”
“I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to talk to you after the shit you just pulled. Way to go, making her fucked up night even worse, you cranky bastard.”
It sounded like Tyler said, “What do you mean "fucked up night"?”
“The girl just got robbed and kidnapped at gunpoint by two thugs.”
“Goddamn it! Are you serious?” Tyler exclaimed loud enough for me to hear clearly.
“Yeah, you deserve the ass of the year award. I'll be sure to nominate you.”
I think Tyler said something like, "What the fuck happened to her? Is she okay? Put her back on the phone.”
When Cooke offered the phone I just shook my head no.
“She's really upset and doesn’t want to talk to you. I’m bringing her in to get her statement. From what she said when I picked her up on God-forsaken Florida Street, two guys with masks and guns came into her apartment tonight and robbed her and her mom, then made her go with them to the ATM. She gave them the cash from her account, and they took off in an older model red Corolla.”
“ Fuck !” he yelled. “Tell her Caleb and I are on our way to the station.”
“Will do, although maybe you should just send Caleb and keep your ass at home,” Cooke said before hanging up.
“So you’re seeing Caleb, and Tyler's jealous?” he asked.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“I’m sorry he said that shit to you. He’s usually not such a jerk. Must really be
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