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. 

only  that it was a

destination of

house number 223. That’s  what she got when she tracked

 “Must be some poor girl who got harra*sed

least this time the girl had time to call for help.  Remember last time?” Nate

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

remind me.” I grunted opening the car door and  sliding

ambulances. That’s the first thing I see. I tear my  eyes away and

before us.” I nudge my  head to the many police cars littered around

the hell happened here? Whatever it was, it was

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

first son  Blake. My heart pounds as I whispered to

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

eyes snap to the old house  when the paramedics roll out

shit you can’t just

 

“You can’t go in yet.” Another

that  white cloth. “Is that my son, is that my son?” I rushed out  to

move of the stretcher and peeled off the  white cloth. Black hair. A sob rack over me until I

boy?” I asked  one

there’s a

house.  My stomach churn with unease and my chest gets heavy  with anguish. There lies my son, soaked

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

whispers painfully when his

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