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.

shakes his head. “They did not give much intel, only  that it

at least know the exact destination of the  crime?” I asked

 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.

had been raped and battered. The lad  who found her was

opening the car

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

 head

happened here? Whatever it

 familiar caught my eye and has

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

tell me that’s not Blake’s motorcycle?” I 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 what seemed to

shit you can’t

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

know if this is my son under that  white cloth. “Is that my son, is that my son?” I rushed out  to the medics not realizing I

A sob rack over me until I peel off  the rest.

I asked  one of the

“Yes there’s a bo-“

chest gets heavy  with anguish. There lies my son, soaked with blood as  they place him on

not believing that it was indeed him.  I hear a shout of protest

his eyes

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