Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
He was wearing a black, long-sleeved shirt and dirty blue jeans.
His hands had black staining on them, likely meaning that he’d come straight from work and hadn’t even had a chance to wash his hands yet.
For some reason, knowing that he hadn’t even taken the time to wash up caused my eyes to fill.
I dashed my hand under my eyes, and I looked away, only to spot Hannah looking at me. Looking was too vague, actually. She was watching me so intently, it was like she was trying to bore a hole into my face with her eyes.
“What?” I whispered.
“I think you should file a complaint, too.” She nodded toward her arm. “I’ll do the same. He intimidated me. My brother’s actually been texting me. He’s not happy.”
“Fuck.”
I looked over to see Travis run his hand through his hair.
“What?”
“Michael and Travis don’t get along,” Hannah explained. “In fact, that’s too tame of a description for the animosity that they have for each other.”
I sensed a story, and if this were any other situation, I’d demand to know more.
But this wasn’t a normal situation. This was a fucking tragedy and I was literally at my breaking point.
Any more information at this point might very well kill me.
I nodded but looked away.
I didn’t know what to do.
Didn’t know what to say.
The only thing I knew was that I wanted to go down to that police station and file a report…which is exactly what I was going to fucking do.
Right the fuck now.
I turned around and left, my feet taking me to Evander’s truck before I even knew where I was going.
Time for operation: Get Evander Out of Jail So He Didn’t Kill Anybody.
***
I stomped up the front walk of the police station and went straight to the first person I saw, which was a woman behind a glass partition.
She looked startled to find me in front of her as fast as I was walking and smiled a little nervously at me.
“How may I help you?” she questioned, crossing her hands over the desk calendar in front of her.
“I’m here to file a complaint against a police officer,” I told her. “Who would I do that with?”
She looked around nervously.
Maybe she was new?
“I…” she hesitated. “Hold on one moment.”
She got up and scurried away.
“You’ve scared the poor girl.”
I looked up at mystery man, also known as Rafe, and shrugged.
“I don’t care.”
“Huh,” he grunted. “What are you going to do?”
I clenched my hands in front of me, and stared at the glass like it’d done me a grievous wrong.
“I’m going to file a complaint against Officer Rogers, and then I’m going to demand they let me see Evander to make sure that he’s all right,” I told him honestly.
Rafe snorted.
“They won’t let you see him to make sure that he’s all right,” Rafe replied. “But they’ll take your complaint.”
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, said a few words, and then hung up.
I lifted my brows at him, and he shrugged.
Obviously, he wasn’t going to tell me. Whatever.
I waited for a few more minutes for someone to come back to the window before I finally had enough.
Pulling out my own phone this time, I dialed 911.
Rafe didn’t say a word, though I knew he’d seen the numbers.
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”
I gritted my teeth.
“A police officer hurt me. I’m standing in the police station but nobody is coming to help me.”
“Ma’am…”
I knew what she was going to say. This wasn’t an emergency.
Well, I really didn’t give a fuck. Not at this point.
“I’ll need you to find someone to get out here and take my statement, or I’ll be calling the local news station as well as the newspaper next. If that doesn’t work, I’ll start calling national news stations,” I snapped.
Then I hung up.
I only waited two minutes before the doors on the side of the room opened up, and a haggard looking police officer came out, his eyes weary.
I smiled at him and that seemed to make him even more wary.
“Ma’am.” He offered me his hand. “How may I help you?”
I grinned. “You can take my statement.”
Chapter 24
Eat the tacos, your cowboy boots will still fit.
-Fact of life
Evander
I was released within four hours of my arrest, and I had an idea that had a lot to do with the fact that my woman had come to the police station and pleaded my case.
“Don’t leave town, Lennox.”
I flipped the officer off, Detective Mueller, the same one who’d done a shitty job investigating my case the first time around, and kept walking.
“Watch your step, boy.”
I halted and turned, causing Detective Mueller to reach for his service weapon.
But that was all I did. I only watched him watch me, but it was enough.
He wouldn’t be saying anymore stupid bullshit…at least not to my face.
“Have a good night, Mueller.”