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.

did not give much intel, only  that it was a young woman calling

of

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

 “Must be some poor girl who got harra*sed by the many

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

found dead on  the road bare. She had been raped and battered. The lad  who found her was too late, she had been dead hours  ago before he saw

opening the car door

thing I see. I tear my  eyes away

us.” I nudge my  head to the

here? Whatever it was,

walking ahead until something  familiar caught my eye and has

first son  Blake. My heart pounds as I

Blake had spray painted his

My eyes snap to the old house  when the paramedics

can’t just

 heed to Nate’s words. “You can’t go in

I need to know if this is my son under that  white cloth. “Is that my

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

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

“Yes there’s a bo-“

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

I whispered not believing that it was indeed him.  I hear a shout of protest then feel Nate’s presence beside

when his eyes drop to

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