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

you at least know the exact destination of

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

belt.  “Must be some poor girl who got harra*sed by the many  criminals lurking around this

call for help.  Remember last time?” Nate

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

opening the

thing I see. I tear

nudge my  head to the many police

happened here? Whatever it was, it was

and I continue walking ahead until something  familiar caught my eye and has me

my first

not Blake’s motorcycle?” I croaked  to Nate. Blake had spray painted his name at the sides  and it doesn’t go

the old house  when the

can’t just run

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

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

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

inside there? Dark haired boy?” I asked

“Yes there’s a bo-“

I run into the house.  My stomach churn with unease and my chest gets heavy  with anguish. There lies my son, soaked with blood as

him.  I hear a

when his

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