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.

“They did not give much intel, only  that

of the  crime?” I

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

be some poor girl who got harra*sed

call for help.  Remember

on  the road bare. She had been raped and battered. The lad  who

opening the car

the first thing I see. I tear my  eyes away

my  head to the many police cars littered around the

hell happened here? Whatever it was, it

 familiar caught my eye and has

first son  Blake.

tell me that’s not Blake’s motorcycle?” I croaked  to Nate. Blake had spray painted his

old house  when the paramedics roll out what seemed to be a dead

can’t just run

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

know if this is my son under that  white cloth. “Is that my son, is that my son?” I rushed

off the  white cloth. Black hair. A sob rack over me until I peel off  the rest. I sighed. It

I asked  one of the female medics in a

“Yes there’s a bo-“

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

believing that it was indeed him.  I hear

painfully when his eyes drop

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