River City in a few months. I’ll be happy to have her close but
I’m not interested in the offer.
“I think I’ll leave that to you.”
She sighs. “I know. Sooo. Trace? What are you
doing, honey?”
I groan. “I wish I knew. I mean, the sex is
phenomenal but he isn’t going to change. Even after I leave law
enforcement I’m not sure if I can live with that.”
She’s silent a long time and I begin to
worry. “You’re thinking long term.”
It almost sounds like an accusation and I
cringe.
“That would be crazy, right? I’m certifiable
but I can’t seem to help myself.”
She sighs. “I wish I knew what to tell you,
Lynn. Just be careful okay?”
I don’t tell her careful went out the window
the minute I saw him getting out of the car two days ago. We say
our goodbyes and I type up my letter of resignation effective
January 15. It’s a huge relief. I carry it to the chief’s office
myself. His eyebrows rise as he reads it.
“You’re sure about this?”
“I am,” I say. “Give the job to Franklin.
He’s qualified.”
Franklin runs our small patrol division. He’s
a few years older than me and resents the hell out me taking the
job he wants. I’ll be glad to be done with him. We say our goodbyes
and I head out. I have two things I want to wrap up before I
resign: whatever is going on on the river and finding a missing
man. Magee. I’m pretty sure he’s dead and Tim Monroe is responsible
for it.
A week after Magee disappeared, Tim says
Magee called him from Mexico claiming he was fed up with his life
and was starting over. Magee’s wife claims that is a crock. I
agree, since I was supposed to meet the man the same day he went
missing. He’d claimed he had information on Tim’s business and then
just ups and leaves? No fucking way.
I know Tim is dirty but he’s damned careful.
So far I haven’t found any proof. I think he’s responsible for
bringing drugs into the county, maybe more than that. He’s capable
of anything: dealing, trafficking, extortion, murder. If only I can
prove it. I’ve tried to get closer to him to find a crack in the
façade but so far no luck.
Which reminds me of Trace’s reaction to
hearing I’ve been dating Tim. Walker obviously told him but he
doesn’t know why. I have a feeling if I explain things to Trace
he’ll blow a gasket. I have no idea what’s going on between us but
there’s no mistaking the possessiveness.
My phone rings and I groan when I see the
number.
“Yeah,” I answer.
“We need to talk. Come to the gym,” Hunter
demands.
“I’m not one of your boys, Hunter,” I say.
“What do you want?”
“Not on the phone.”
“Fine. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
I wonder what he wants. It probably has
something to do with Trace. I’m sure he doesn’t approve of us. Even
though the gym isn’t open yet, the parking lot is half full. Hunter
is waiting towards the back next to a ring where two people are
fighting. As I draw near I see it’s Trace and Lake. Damn. I know
instinctively he’s not going to appreciate my being here.
“I’m here,” I say softly to Hunter. “What do
you want?”
“Where’s Honor?”
The question blindsides me and I stare at
him. “You could have asked me that on phone.”
“And you would have avoided the question like
you’re doing now.”
I cross my arms over my chest and turn to
study him. He actually looks worried.
“She’s fine. She went out of town for a few
days for work.”
He nods and is quiet for a long time,
ostensibly focused on the fight. I reluctantly turn back to it and
wince as Lake lands a punch to Trace’s kidney. If this keeps up he
won’t be of any use to me until after the damned fight. I called
around and found out there’s one New Year’s Eve in Panama City. I
bet that’s the one he’s training for.
“So this thing with you and Trace,” he says.
“It’s serious?”
“I don’t know,” I murmur. Is that the real
reason he called me
I’m not interested in the offer.
“I think I’ll leave that to you.”
She sighs. “I know. Sooo. Trace? What are you
doing, honey?”
I groan. “I wish I knew. I mean, the sex is
phenomenal but he isn’t going to change. Even after I leave law
enforcement I’m not sure if I can live with that.”
She’s silent a long time and I begin to
worry. “You’re thinking long term.”
It almost sounds like an accusation and I
cringe.
“That would be crazy, right? I’m certifiable
but I can’t seem to help myself.”
She sighs. “I wish I knew what to tell you,
Lynn. Just be careful okay?”
I don’t tell her careful went out the window
the minute I saw him getting out of the car two days ago. We say
our goodbyes and I type up my letter of resignation effective
January 15. It’s a huge relief. I carry it to the chief’s office
myself. His eyebrows rise as he reads it.
“You’re sure about this?”
“I am,” I say. “Give the job to Franklin.
He’s qualified.”
Franklin runs our small patrol division. He’s
a few years older than me and resents the hell out me taking the
job he wants. I’ll be glad to be done with him. We say our goodbyes
and I head out. I have two things I want to wrap up before I
resign: whatever is going on on the river and finding a missing
man. Magee. I’m pretty sure he’s dead and Tim Monroe is responsible
for it.
A week after Magee disappeared, Tim says
Magee called him from Mexico claiming he was fed up with his life
and was starting over. Magee’s wife claims that is a crock. I
agree, since I was supposed to meet the man the same day he went
missing. He’d claimed he had information on Tim’s business and then
just ups and leaves? No fucking way.
I know Tim is dirty but he’s damned careful.
So far I haven’t found any proof. I think he’s responsible for
bringing drugs into the county, maybe more than that. He’s capable
of anything: dealing, trafficking, extortion, murder. If only I can
prove it. I’ve tried to get closer to him to find a crack in the
façade but so far no luck.
Which reminds me of Trace’s reaction to
hearing I’ve been dating Tim. Walker obviously told him but he
doesn’t know why. I have a feeling if I explain things to Trace
he’ll blow a gasket. I have no idea what’s going on between us but
there’s no mistaking the possessiveness.
My phone rings and I groan when I see the
number.
“Yeah,” I answer.
“We need to talk. Come to the gym,” Hunter
demands.
“I’m not one of your boys, Hunter,” I say.
“What do you want?”
“Not on the phone.”
“Fine. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
I wonder what he wants. It probably has
something to do with Trace. I’m sure he doesn’t approve of us. Even
though the gym isn’t open yet, the parking lot is half full. Hunter
is waiting towards the back next to a ring where two people are
fighting. As I draw near I see it’s Trace and Lake. Damn. I know
instinctively he’s not going to appreciate my being here.
“I’m here,” I say softly to Hunter. “What do
you want?”
“Where’s Honor?”
The question blindsides me and I stare at
him. “You could have asked me that on phone.”
“And you would have avoided the question like
you’re doing now.”
I cross my arms over my chest and turn to
study him. He actually looks worried.
“She’s fine. She went out of town for a few
days for work.”
He nods and is quiet for a long time,
ostensibly focused on the fight. I reluctantly turn back to it and
wince as Lake lands a punch to Trace’s kidney. If this keeps up he
won’t be of any use to me until after the damned fight. I called
around and found out there’s one New Year’s Eve in Panama City. I
bet that’s the one he’s training for.
“So this thing with you and Trace,” he says.
“It’s serious?”
“I don’t know,” I murmur. Is that the real
reason he called me
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