SEIZED Part 6: A Steamy New Adult Romantic Suspense Thriller (Seize Me Romance Fiction Series) by JC Coulton Page A
Authors: JC Coulton
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case will be closed without charges, Lieutenant. I’ve not done anything wrong, so eventually I’ll be cleared.”
Somehow, she reads more into my statement than I intended. “I’m not talking about drinking Blake,” she says. “I’m referring to whatever you’ve been up to since I sent you home. Have you kept in line?”
“I’ve kept busy with child care, working out, and right now I’m making pastries.” I leave out the part about approaching Jessup. “I’ve been taking care of my nephew lately. Brenda has been busy with work, and it’s been good to spend the extra time with him.”
“So you haven’t been out harassing anyone over the Lee case? Because I explicitly told you to stay away from him, and anyone at the precinct who can get you access.”
I surmise she’s asking about Ryan. I’ve seen her use this technique in interviews before. She wants me to think she knows more than she does, and for Ryan’s sake, I don’t buy into it. The thing is, her question is direct. I’m not going to lie to her, so I don’t completely avoid the question.
“There’s nothing to worry about, boss,” I tell her, hoping the finality in my tone is enough to shut her down.
Not being trusted makes me angry. Probably because she’s completely right. I have been up to no good. Both enlisting Ryan to be my eyes at the station, and following Jessup around would be disobeying her orders. Thankfully, the call-waiting tone beeps in my ear.
“I’m sorry for cutting this short, Lieutenant,” I tell her. “There’s someone on the other line. It’s probably my sister. I’ll be at the IA interview tomorrow for sure. Thanks for the call.”
“Okay, Anderson. Just remember you have the option to attend with your union rep. In your case, I’d strongly recommend it.”
“Thanks. I will. Enjoy your evening,” I say.
I make a mental note to get in touch with the union rep later. I have his contact details somewhere. I answer the incoming call, hopeful I didn’t take too long to switch calls. The silence on the other end of the line is broken by Ryan’s familiar voice. I listen carefully before asking a couple of short questions. Who knows what this information is going to yield. As far as I’m concerned, it all helps. I need as much information as I can get my hands on. Saving Carrie James without ending my career is the ultimate goal.
I hang up, and gaze at the wall as I think it through. The game just changed, and I think I’m ready to play. As soon as Brenda comes home. For now, feeding George is the priority. I notice some grunts of frustration coming from over by the couch. He’s frustrated—probably about some game he’s losing on Xbox. The kid needs more fuel too. I load up a plate and call him over.
“Eat up, buddy. Take a break from your game.”
“Okay, Blake,” he answers, pausing whatever he’s playing and walking over to me.
“Want to talk about it?”
“Nah. I’m fine, Blake,” George says, and I ruffle his hair as he begins to eat.
“I’ll be right here, doing some work on the computer and my phone if you need anything.”
I settle down at the bench and pull out my phone. Just as I thought, a quick search brings up the union rep’s contact details. I fire off a request for him to attend my meeting with IA tomorrow. It’s short notice, but what choice do I have? Normally the Union reps need a week’s notice to make meetings like this. IA must have some rush mandate for my case.
I’m not looking forward to it. The last time I met with them was over the Neon scandal. She or someone involved with her, made our connection public and it all went wrong. Coming to think of it, that woman has been getting me in trouble from the moment we met. It’s another reason I’m glad I ended the toxic dynamic. That last Internal Affairs experience was torture. They were intentionally intrusive, and treated me like I was no different from a common criminal. I felt like a degenerate on the
Somehow, she reads more into my statement than I intended. “I’m not talking about drinking Blake,” she says. “I’m referring to whatever you’ve been up to since I sent you home. Have you kept in line?”
“I’ve kept busy with child care, working out, and right now I’m making pastries.” I leave out the part about approaching Jessup. “I’ve been taking care of my nephew lately. Brenda has been busy with work, and it’s been good to spend the extra time with him.”
“So you haven’t been out harassing anyone over the Lee case? Because I explicitly told you to stay away from him, and anyone at the precinct who can get you access.”
I surmise she’s asking about Ryan. I’ve seen her use this technique in interviews before. She wants me to think she knows more than she does, and for Ryan’s sake, I don’t buy into it. The thing is, her question is direct. I’m not going to lie to her, so I don’t completely avoid the question.
“There’s nothing to worry about, boss,” I tell her, hoping the finality in my tone is enough to shut her down.
Not being trusted makes me angry. Probably because she’s completely right. I have been up to no good. Both enlisting Ryan to be my eyes at the station, and following Jessup around would be disobeying her orders. Thankfully, the call-waiting tone beeps in my ear.
“I’m sorry for cutting this short, Lieutenant,” I tell her. “There’s someone on the other line. It’s probably my sister. I’ll be at the IA interview tomorrow for sure. Thanks for the call.”
“Okay, Anderson. Just remember you have the option to attend with your union rep. In your case, I’d strongly recommend it.”
“Thanks. I will. Enjoy your evening,” I say.
I make a mental note to get in touch with the union rep later. I have his contact details somewhere. I answer the incoming call, hopeful I didn’t take too long to switch calls. The silence on the other end of the line is broken by Ryan’s familiar voice. I listen carefully before asking a couple of short questions. Who knows what this information is going to yield. As far as I’m concerned, it all helps. I need as much information as I can get my hands on. Saving Carrie James without ending my career is the ultimate goal.
I hang up, and gaze at the wall as I think it through. The game just changed, and I think I’m ready to play. As soon as Brenda comes home. For now, feeding George is the priority. I notice some grunts of frustration coming from over by the couch. He’s frustrated—probably about some game he’s losing on Xbox. The kid needs more fuel too. I load up a plate and call him over.
“Eat up, buddy. Take a break from your game.”
“Okay, Blake,” he answers, pausing whatever he’s playing and walking over to me.
“Want to talk about it?”
“Nah. I’m fine, Blake,” George says, and I ruffle his hair as he begins to eat.
“I’ll be right here, doing some work on the computer and my phone if you need anything.”
I settle down at the bench and pull out my phone. Just as I thought, a quick search brings up the union rep’s contact details. I fire off a request for him to attend my meeting with IA tomorrow. It’s short notice, but what choice do I have? Normally the Union reps need a week’s notice to make meetings like this. IA must have some rush mandate for my case.
I’m not looking forward to it. The last time I met with them was over the Neon scandal. She or someone involved with her, made our connection public and it all went wrong. Coming to think of it, that woman has been getting me in trouble from the moment we met. It’s another reason I’m glad I ended the toxic dynamic. That last Internal Affairs experience was torture. They were intentionally intrusive, and treated me like I was no different from a common criminal. I felt like a degenerate on the
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