go. He’s running a good business and cash flow doesn’t seem to be a problem,” Olivia said.
The captain brought her hands up to the table as she thought about it. Olivia and Detective Farraday leaned forward in their seats, both wanting desperately to hear what she had to say.
“Get the warrant. Have detective Evans begin to question Rick—”
“He wants a lawyer,” Farraday cut in.
“Then get him one, and get me someone from internal affairs. I want a full investigation into Officer Townsend. Search his house and his bank records; let’s see if a large sum of money turns up. You’re dismissed, Detective Farraday,” the captain said. However, as she spoke, her eyes never left Olivia’s. As Farraday left, she closed the door behind her and Olivia and the captain were left alone.
“I told you not to investigate on your own. I told you it was bad police work,” the captain said.
“I know,” Olivia said quietly, looking at her hands, “but David was kidnapped after you suspended me. I couldn’t not look for him. I needed to make sure he was ok, and then all the rest...happened.”
“David Creely, a known felon and a member of motorcycle gang. Can you tell me the nature of your relationship with Mr. Creely?”
Olivia let out a little laugh and threw her hands in the air. How could she explain what she and David had? They had gone from antagonists to a one-stand stand to enemies and then to whatever they were now. It had happened too quickly and amidst too much chaos, but despite her better judgment, Olivia had fallen in love with David. It wasn’t the danger that she was attracted to; it was the exact opposite. It was that David was strong and resolute in his principles; he was hardworking and driven. He was amazing, and Olivia, quite suddenly, couldn't imagine her life without him in it.
“Was...Is your relationship with him sexual?” the captain asked.
“Yes, but it’s more than that. I think I might love him.”
“You think?”
“Well, I haven't told him that yet. So maybe I should do that before I go running all over town with the information,” Olivia said. She never thought that she would ever have to sit in a room with her captain to discuss her love life.
“Do you really think that’s sustainable?” the captain said. Her inflection wasn’t cruel or mocking. It was straightforward; she was presenting the evidence for Olivia to decide. A cop and a biker, how could Olivia ever hope for such a thing to work?
“I don’t know if it’s sustainable. But I know there’s only one way to find out. And I know who I am, I’m a good cop, and there’s nothing that could ever change that. Not even David. I love him, but I am still me, even when I’m with him.”
CHAPTER NINE
No one in the room knew what to do. They had all convinced themselves that David was the bad guy and that he was the reason the cops had raided their club. Now, they were faced with the reality that David had not been the enemy. He had saved them, but he had snuck around with a cop to do it. There were too many contradictions, sides needed to be chosen, and no one knew whom to trust.
Mike sat on the faded green couch, his hands resting on his belly. He didn’t look like a man in charge; he looked like another member contemplating their future.
“You worked with a cop,” one of the brothers finally said. “How could you do that? You showed her our safe houses. What other secrets did you tell her?”
“Look, I knew that Rick was guilty, but I couldn’t take him down myself, and it’s not like any of you were lining up to help me. None of you were even speaking to me, would you really have helped? She was with me; we were out late at night following Rick and watching him. She put in a lot of hours and wasn’t looking for anything for herself.” No one spoke; they looked between each other, but they each knew the truth
The captain brought her hands up to the table as she thought about it. Olivia and Detective Farraday leaned forward in their seats, both wanting desperately to hear what she had to say.
“Get the warrant. Have detective Evans begin to question Rick—”
“He wants a lawyer,” Farraday cut in.
“Then get him one, and get me someone from internal affairs. I want a full investigation into Officer Townsend. Search his house and his bank records; let’s see if a large sum of money turns up. You’re dismissed, Detective Farraday,” the captain said. However, as she spoke, her eyes never left Olivia’s. As Farraday left, she closed the door behind her and Olivia and the captain were left alone.
“I told you not to investigate on your own. I told you it was bad police work,” the captain said.
“I know,” Olivia said quietly, looking at her hands, “but David was kidnapped after you suspended me. I couldn’t not look for him. I needed to make sure he was ok, and then all the rest...happened.”
“David Creely, a known felon and a member of motorcycle gang. Can you tell me the nature of your relationship with Mr. Creely?”
Olivia let out a little laugh and threw her hands in the air. How could she explain what she and David had? They had gone from antagonists to a one-stand stand to enemies and then to whatever they were now. It had happened too quickly and amidst too much chaos, but despite her better judgment, Olivia had fallen in love with David. It wasn’t the danger that she was attracted to; it was the exact opposite. It was that David was strong and resolute in his principles; he was hardworking and driven. He was amazing, and Olivia, quite suddenly, couldn't imagine her life without him in it.
“Was...Is your relationship with him sexual?” the captain asked.
“Yes, but it’s more than that. I think I might love him.”
“You think?”
“Well, I haven't told him that yet. So maybe I should do that before I go running all over town with the information,” Olivia said. She never thought that she would ever have to sit in a room with her captain to discuss her love life.
“Do you really think that’s sustainable?” the captain said. Her inflection wasn’t cruel or mocking. It was straightforward; she was presenting the evidence for Olivia to decide. A cop and a biker, how could Olivia ever hope for such a thing to work?
“I don’t know if it’s sustainable. But I know there’s only one way to find out. And I know who I am, I’m a good cop, and there’s nothing that could ever change that. Not even David. I love him, but I am still me, even when I’m with him.”
CHAPTER NINE
No one in the room knew what to do. They had all convinced themselves that David was the bad guy and that he was the reason the cops had raided their club. Now, they were faced with the reality that David had not been the enemy. He had saved them, but he had snuck around with a cop to do it. There were too many contradictions, sides needed to be chosen, and no one knew whom to trust.
Mike sat on the faded green couch, his hands resting on his belly. He didn’t look like a man in charge; he looked like another member contemplating their future.
“You worked with a cop,” one of the brothers finally said. “How could you do that? You showed her our safe houses. What other secrets did you tell her?”
“Look, I knew that Rick was guilty, but I couldn’t take him down myself, and it’s not like any of you were lining up to help me. None of you were even speaking to me, would you really have helped? She was with me; we were out late at night following Rick and watching him. She put in a lot of hours and wasn’t looking for anything for herself.” No one spoke; they looked between each other, but they each knew the truth
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