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Authors: Abigail Hart
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There are several names that caught my eye from cases I worked on with Jake when we were with the department. Jake and I are checking into them now.”
“Dirty cops? You… you think a cop killed my dad?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. I could be wrong, but we’re looking into it.”
Kyra knew Dylan would keep his word if it was the last thing he did. A feeling of hope washed over her. Everything was going to be okay. She appreciated everything he was doing for her and her mother and wanted to let him know she was grateful for taking the case. “Dylan, would you like to have dinner with my mom and me tonight? It won’t be much, but it’s the least we could do to repay you for all that you’re doing for us.” She hoped he would say yes.
“Sure. I haven’t had your mother’s cooking in ages.” He replied quickly, shocking even himself. Was it the good food or spending time with Kyra that made him so eager to say yes?
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was an unusually quiet day in Sizzle so Detective McAllen was out patrolling the neighborhoods. Driving around town beat sitting at his desk any old day. Just as he pulled into the parking lot of the local donut shop, his disposable cell phone rang, signaling that his appetite for bear claws and donut holes would have to wait until later.
Every time that damned cell phone rang, he was immediately filled with dread, and ignoring the call wasn’t an option; he valued his life too much to do something stupid like that. He was edgy these days, never knowing what would be requested of him next. He knew what happened when you ignored the higher-ups; he had witnessed it firsthand. There was no coming back from that kind of mistake. Grumbling at the thought of what he might be asked – told – to do, he answered the call. “Hello,” he said, making sure to not give his rank or name when he answered. The chances of the phone on the other end being in the wrong hands weren’t very high but there was no reason to take unnecessary risks. If the wrong people found out about his little side-job, there would be hell to pay.
“I have a job for you,” the voice on the phone said. “It must be done today.”
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Stop by and have a chat with the lawyer’s wife,” the mysterious caller on the other end of the line said. “We need to find out if John shared any information with her. Tom really fucked things up. He should have been more careful. If Mr. Michaels did share anything with his wife, remind her how important it is to keep her fucking mouth shut. Let her know that if she talks to anyone, she’ll end up like her husband. Got it?”
McAllen blanched at the request before responding, “I’ll get right on it, sir. What do I do about the girl?”
“Make sure she’s gone when you approach the mom. We don’t want more trouble on our plates.”
“Sure thing. Consider it done.”
McAllen ended the call, tossing the phone across the patrol car. This particular job wasn’t going to end well and he knew it. He had managed to stay out of the spotlight for so long only to end up being the frontline gopher for this shit? Fuck! If Liz didn’t listen to reason, she could have his head on a silver platter.
He headed for the Michaels residence, worrying the entire way as to how Liz would react to what he would say. He didn’t feel comfortable with this plan, but it must had to be done. As he neared the home, he saw that Kyra’s car wasn’t there. Many of her neighbors would be at work this time of day so maybe he could get in and out without being noticed. He pulled up near the house and parked the car, looking around nervously as he knocked on the front door and waited for Liz to answer. Things could get ugly if anyone saw him here.
The door opened. Liz smiled. “Good afternoon, detective. What can I do for you?” she asked kindly.
“Just wanted to stop by and do a follow-up visit.”
“Come on in. I just made a fresh pot of coffee. Would
“Dirty cops? You… you think a cop killed my dad?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. I could be wrong, but we’re looking into it.”
Kyra knew Dylan would keep his word if it was the last thing he did. A feeling of hope washed over her. Everything was going to be okay. She appreciated everything he was doing for her and her mother and wanted to let him know she was grateful for taking the case. “Dylan, would you like to have dinner with my mom and me tonight? It won’t be much, but it’s the least we could do to repay you for all that you’re doing for us.” She hoped he would say yes.
“Sure. I haven’t had your mother’s cooking in ages.” He replied quickly, shocking even himself. Was it the good food or spending time with Kyra that made him so eager to say yes?
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was an unusually quiet day in Sizzle so Detective McAllen was out patrolling the neighborhoods. Driving around town beat sitting at his desk any old day. Just as he pulled into the parking lot of the local donut shop, his disposable cell phone rang, signaling that his appetite for bear claws and donut holes would have to wait until later.
Every time that damned cell phone rang, he was immediately filled with dread, and ignoring the call wasn’t an option; he valued his life too much to do something stupid like that. He was edgy these days, never knowing what would be requested of him next. He knew what happened when you ignored the higher-ups; he had witnessed it firsthand. There was no coming back from that kind of mistake. Grumbling at the thought of what he might be asked – told – to do, he answered the call. “Hello,” he said, making sure to not give his rank or name when he answered. The chances of the phone on the other end being in the wrong hands weren’t very high but there was no reason to take unnecessary risks. If the wrong people found out about his little side-job, there would be hell to pay.
“I have a job for you,” the voice on the phone said. “It must be done today.”
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Stop by and have a chat with the lawyer’s wife,” the mysterious caller on the other end of the line said. “We need to find out if John shared any information with her. Tom really fucked things up. He should have been more careful. If Mr. Michaels did share anything with his wife, remind her how important it is to keep her fucking mouth shut. Let her know that if she talks to anyone, she’ll end up like her husband. Got it?”
McAllen blanched at the request before responding, “I’ll get right on it, sir. What do I do about the girl?”
“Make sure she’s gone when you approach the mom. We don’t want more trouble on our plates.”
“Sure thing. Consider it done.”
McAllen ended the call, tossing the phone across the patrol car. This particular job wasn’t going to end well and he knew it. He had managed to stay out of the spotlight for so long only to end up being the frontline gopher for this shit? Fuck! If Liz didn’t listen to reason, she could have his head on a silver platter.
He headed for the Michaels residence, worrying the entire way as to how Liz would react to what he would say. He didn’t feel comfortable with this plan, but it must had to be done. As he neared the home, he saw that Kyra’s car wasn’t there. Many of her neighbors would be at work this time of day so maybe he could get in and out without being noticed. He pulled up near the house and parked the car, looking around nervously as he knocked on the front door and waited for Liz to answer. Things could get ugly if anyone saw him here.
The door opened. Liz smiled. “Good afternoon, detective. What can I do for you?” she asked kindly.
“Just wanted to stop by and do a follow-up visit.”
“Come on in. I just made a fresh pot of coffee. Would
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