Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

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

of the  crime?”

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

the gun in my duty belt.  “Must be some poor girl who got harra*sed by the many  criminals lurking around

help.  Remember last time?” Nate asks as we run outside

bare. She had been raped and battered. The lad  who found her was too late, she had been dead hours  ago

grunted opening the car door and  sliding

see. I tear my  eyes away and open the

nudge my  head to the many police cars littered around the

Whatever it

walking ahead until something  familiar caught my eye and has me

as I see the motorcycle I gifted my first

Blake’s motorcycle?” I croaked  to Nate. Blake had spray painted his

is!” He curses. My eyes snap to the old house  when the paramedics roll out what seemed to be a dead  body on a

shit you can’t just run

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

my son under that  white cloth. “Is that my son, is that

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

boy inside there? Dark haired boy?” I asked  one of

“Yes there’s a bo-“

churn with unease and my chest gets

was indeed him.  I hear a shout of protest then

He whispers painfully when his eyes

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