Authors: Evie Adams
Without any hesitation she pulled the top off and threw it on the floor, her breasts barely contained by a black lace bra, and my blood went to the wrong place again, I almost felt light headed it moved so quick. She went to the cabinet that held the gauze and stretched another duplicate shirt over her and walked out. She looked cooler than me right now, that's for sure.
I listed to her walk to the door, pull the blinds back, then unlatch the door. I looked around the room, there was no place for me to hide, and no way to hide the blood if this asshole came back to check, I was done.
But I had my gun.
I didn't want to do that to her, but I wasn't going to go down on felony murder either, at least not quietly.
I heard the cop walk in and say, “Good evening ma’am. I saw your light on and wanted to check in on you. How come you're still here past midnight?”
“End of the month reconciliations for the drugs plus re-ordering what we need. Is there a problem?”
She sounded pissed off, but polite, good girl.
“There's an armed criminal on the loose. He shot his partner to death, and we think he was shot himself. It may be nothing, and he's probably already gone or dead himself, but a place like this or a hospital is the other most likely places he'd be.”
“Shit,” she said. “I'm in danger.”
“It's probably nothing, but why don't I give you a ride home right now?”
I waited for her to do something stupid. I heard her say, “If I don't get these reconciliations done I'm in trouble, big trouble.”
“They'll understand. Your boss won't want you in danger for something like that, plus it's a lawful order, not a request. You can have them call me if you catch any flak for it.”
Goddamn cops. Always with the orders, always 'asking you' in a way that gives you no choice but to do what they ask, then they say you did it voluntarily.
“OK, let me grab my notebook and lock up,” I heard her say and I prayed the cop wouldn't follow her, but I knew he would. Always sticking their nose in wherever they wanted.
I had my hand on the gun when she opened the door and that fucking cat ran out past her.
“Oh shit, close the door,” she commanded the cop. I heard his keys jingle as he scooped down to grab the cat, not closing the door like she told him to.
“Fuck,” she said. “That cat's worth $2,000, it's a fucking show cat. I gotta go get him,”
“I can't let you, you have to come with me and shut this place down.”
“Fuck you, this can cost me job. And you can't make that right by talking to my boss.” She ran out the door and I heard the cop linger for a second, then I heard the keys jingle and he followed her out.
I might be in love with this girl!
I wished I could watch the cop chasing a cat in the dark, but I used the time to cover the table I was sitting on with gauze and scrubs from that cabinet. I tossed them there to look like she was going through them, and took the stained one with me, to wrap my arm.
I could maybe go out the back window, but I didn't want to attract attention with them out there. My other option was a boarding crate in the corner, a better fit for a 50 lb dog than for me, but I managed to fit just well enough. I'd be shot dead without a struggle if the cop found me, but I didn't have a better option.
The rest coming Soon……………
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I’m always reading, so I figured I’d start writing too. So I can have more time to read! I’m a lawyer and mother by day and romance author by night (and sometimes day too, but don’t tell anyone).
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