Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Chapter 71

Chapter 71 

“Did it slip the captain’s mind that I have a toddler  waiting for me at home? I can’t work overtime.” I  grumble as I bring the cup of coffee to my lips. 

God I needed that bitter sweet liquid. 

“I don’t think captain Steffen cares.” Nate snorts, kicking  up his feet on the white desk. 

I rolled my eyes, placing the cup down on the surface of  the desk. 

“He should care because I was the one who made it  possible for him to become the captain that he is today.” 

It was true. I was selected to become the next captain of  the department but I turned it down. All for one reason,  my family. 

If I had taken that role I would not be able to spend  much time with them as I wanted to. My family is my life,  I can’t stay long without them.

So I turned down the role and recommended Steffen.  Who happened to turn out to be an a*s. 

“Officer Waters there’s a call for action at Willow street.”  One of the new recruits ran up to us. 

I groaned staring at the ceiling. “I swear that area is the  devil’s spawn.” 

I turn to stare at the younger man. His sandy blonde hair  cropped short, brown eyes wide with alarm. He looked  comical but I refrain from laughing at his expense. 

“Anything else we need to know before we go there?” I  questioned opening the drawer to pull out my gun. Nate  does the same as he stands up. 

his head. “They did not give much intel, only  that it was a young woman calling

the exact destination of

was house number 223. That’s  what she got when she tracked the number that called.”

quickly pushed the gun in my duty belt.  “Must be some poor girl

this time the girl had time to call for help.  Remember last time?” Nate asks as we run

and battered. The lad  who found her was too

remind me.” I grunted opening the car door

thing I see. I tear

like they’ve gotten here before us.” I nudge my  head to the many police cars littered around the area.

here? Whatever it was, it was  extreme.

continue walking ahead until something  familiar

the motorcycle I gifted my first son  Blake. My heart pounds

motorcycle?” I croaked  to Nate. Blake had spray painted his name at the sides  and it doesn’t go

curses. My eyes snap to the old house  when the paramedics roll out what seemed to be a dead  body

shit you can’t just

 

already running towards the medics not taking  heed to Nate’s words. “You can’t go in yet.” Another  officer shouted as I run

care. I need to know if this is my son under that  white cloth. “Is that my son, is that my son?” I rushed

Black hair. A sob rack over me until I peel

there? Dark haired boy?” I asked  one of the female medics

a bo-“

time to finish as I run into the house.  My stomach churn with unease and my chest gets heavy  with anguish. There

him.  I hear a shout of protest then feel Nate’s

when his eyes drop

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