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Authors: Sindra van Yssel
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was he to challenge that?
“I felt something pretty strong, Marisa. I can’t explain it, but I still felt it. I believe in it. And I want to experience it again.”
A young mother and her infant son had entered the aisle. There was a gangly man in the store polo shirt there too, stocking the cereal that was opposite the candy. An audience she didn’t need.
She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined herself an oak tree, strong and unmoving in the wind. She would not bend. And she knew how to get away. “Do you happen to know where the cheesecake aisle is? Because I’m looking for some cheesecake .”
His eyes went dark for a second, and then he released her arm. She knew that he would honor her safe word. She’d trusted him to do that much, not merely because she thought him trustworthy, but because if she didn’t, her only other way out was to scream. He wouldn’t like that much, especially if they ended up calling the cops on him. She smirked and walked away.
“I noticed you didn’t say no, Marisa. You have my number. Call me when you’re feeling brave.” Nolan turned and walked away.
“Cheesecake is in aisle ten, ma’am,” said the store employee.
She couldn’t think of anything she wanted to eat less right then, but she thanked him and wheeled her cart along in the opposite direction from the way Nolan went.
Chapter Five
“With all due respect, sir, I don’t think that’s a very good idea.” Nolan wished he was standing as usual, rather than sitting in the chair that Chief Jacobsen had directed him to occupy. The chair was never a good sign, and Nolan was tired. He’d been up since two a.m. because of a fight at a bar halfway across the county.
“With all due respect, Sergeant, it isn’t up to you.” Jacobsen frowned at him. Normally, the chief, who had only a smattering of police training, was happy to yield to his more experienced subordinate. When he wasn’t, and especially when he used his rank rather than his first name, Nolan knew that politics was at play. Jacobsen served at the pleasure of the Landon County board of supervisors. Supervisor Mackey’s son had been missing for six days, and he was losing patience with police efforts to find him.
“Then may I suggest you send someone else?”
Jacobsen frowned again. “Why would I do that? You were able to get her to help with the Dailey girl. You’re the obvious choice. Besides, Price is a lout with women, and McSweeney’s got a jealous wife who frets anytime he’s taking a pretty woman’s statement.”
He couldn’t deny either of the two. “Marisa and I have a history.”
“Exactly.”
“Whose stupid idea was this?” Nolan thought he knew, but he wanted to hear it anyway.
“Dismissed, Sergeant. I have other headaches to deal with.”
Nolan nodded and got to his feet. Jacobsen’s mind was obviously made up. Since Jacobsen wasn’t usually an ass, he was probably getting pressure from the supervisor, and Nolan knew if he stayed, he was going to end up in an argument with the wrong man. He was better off being angry somewhere else.
Nolan walked out of the office. Maybe he wouldn’t have to deal with all this much longer. He had an application in to join the Virginia Beach force, which might suit him better. But fantasizing about that wasn’t going to help get the current job done. He checked out a patrol car so he wouldn’t have to use his own. He didn’t want Marisa thinking he was coming on a social call.
Gerald Mackey was a troubled kid. A bright boy, he had a history of misbehavior all through high school, but nothing that had involved the police except for one busted keg party when he was seventeen. Most of it was normal kid stuff, a boy in search of his identity, acting up in every more outlandish ways as he tried to find who he was. Sophomore year was all-black year. His junior year he dyed his hair purple. As a senior he tried out for the football team, which probably wouldn’t have worked horribly
“I felt something pretty strong, Marisa. I can’t explain it, but I still felt it. I believe in it. And I want to experience it again.”
A young mother and her infant son had entered the aisle. There was a gangly man in the store polo shirt there too, stocking the cereal that was opposite the candy. An audience she didn’t need.
She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined herself an oak tree, strong and unmoving in the wind. She would not bend. And she knew how to get away. “Do you happen to know where the cheesecake aisle is? Because I’m looking for some cheesecake .”
His eyes went dark for a second, and then he released her arm. She knew that he would honor her safe word. She’d trusted him to do that much, not merely because she thought him trustworthy, but because if she didn’t, her only other way out was to scream. He wouldn’t like that much, especially if they ended up calling the cops on him. She smirked and walked away.
“I noticed you didn’t say no, Marisa. You have my number. Call me when you’re feeling brave.” Nolan turned and walked away.
“Cheesecake is in aisle ten, ma’am,” said the store employee.
She couldn’t think of anything she wanted to eat less right then, but she thanked him and wheeled her cart along in the opposite direction from the way Nolan went.
Chapter Five
“With all due respect, sir, I don’t think that’s a very good idea.” Nolan wished he was standing as usual, rather than sitting in the chair that Chief Jacobsen had directed him to occupy. The chair was never a good sign, and Nolan was tired. He’d been up since two a.m. because of a fight at a bar halfway across the county.
“With all due respect, Sergeant, it isn’t up to you.” Jacobsen frowned at him. Normally, the chief, who had only a smattering of police training, was happy to yield to his more experienced subordinate. When he wasn’t, and especially when he used his rank rather than his first name, Nolan knew that politics was at play. Jacobsen served at the pleasure of the Landon County board of supervisors. Supervisor Mackey’s son had been missing for six days, and he was losing patience with police efforts to find him.
“Then may I suggest you send someone else?”
Jacobsen frowned again. “Why would I do that? You were able to get her to help with the Dailey girl. You’re the obvious choice. Besides, Price is a lout with women, and McSweeney’s got a jealous wife who frets anytime he’s taking a pretty woman’s statement.”
He couldn’t deny either of the two. “Marisa and I have a history.”
“Exactly.”
“Whose stupid idea was this?” Nolan thought he knew, but he wanted to hear it anyway.
“Dismissed, Sergeant. I have other headaches to deal with.”
Nolan nodded and got to his feet. Jacobsen’s mind was obviously made up. Since Jacobsen wasn’t usually an ass, he was probably getting pressure from the supervisor, and Nolan knew if he stayed, he was going to end up in an argument with the wrong man. He was better off being angry somewhere else.
Nolan walked out of the office. Maybe he wouldn’t have to deal with all this much longer. He had an application in to join the Virginia Beach force, which might suit him better. But fantasizing about that wasn’t going to help get the current job done. He checked out a patrol car so he wouldn’t have to use his own. He didn’t want Marisa thinking he was coming on a social call.
Gerald Mackey was a troubled kid. A bright boy, he had a history of misbehavior all through high school, but nothing that had involved the police except for one busted keg party when he was seventeen. Most of it was normal kid stuff, a boy in search of his identity, acting up in every more outlandish ways as he tried to find who he was. Sophomore year was all-black year. His junior year he dyed his hair purple. As a senior he tried out for the football team, which probably wouldn’t have worked horribly
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