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. 

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

of

said it was house number 223. That’s  what she got when she tracked the number

in my duty belt.  “Must be some poor girl who got harra*sed by the many  criminals lurking around this part of town.”

time to call for help.  Remember last time?” Nate asks as we

girl we found dead on  the road bare. She had been raped and battered. The lad  who found her was too late, she had been

I grunted opening the car door

see. I tear my  eyes away and open the door.

nudge my  head to the many

here? Whatever it was,

until something  familiar caught my eye and has me halting. My

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

that’s not Blake’s motorcycle?” I croaked  to Nate. Blake had spray painted his

old house  when the paramedics roll out what seemed to be a dead  body on

can’t

 

to Nate’s words. “You can’t go in

that my son, is that my son?” I rushed out  to the medics not realizing I

the  white cloth. Black hair. A sob rack over me until I peel off  the rest.

a boy inside there? Dark haired boy?” I asked

there’s a bo-“

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

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

whispers painfully when his eyes drop

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