Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Anytime I got to stretch my brain and use my language skills was always a good day.
I’d had an eventful day, too.
I’d assisted multiple officers with conversing with people over the phone. I’d helped multiple people in the lobby speak with other officers about crimes, helped others pay tickets or fines, and even once helped a lost woman find her way back home.
Which in the end was quite hilarious seeing as I was blind.
And everyone I worked with was great.
Like really great.
“Hey, do you have time to help with one more thing before you sign off?” I heard asked.
I looked up in the direction of the assistant that was assigned to me, Melody Nesmith, and nodded.
“Thanks,” she said. “I’ll take you.”
I got up, and poor, exhausted Rooster groaned.
He’d done a lot of walking and guiding today, and I knew that took a lot out of him.
“Hey, wait a second,” I asked.
“Sure,” Melody said.
I opened my desk and pulled out a bone for Rooster.
Handing it to him, I said, “You stay right here. I’ll be right back.”
I’d taken him out for two potty breaks today, fed him half a turkey sub—but don’t tell the boss that—and multiple treats throughout the day. But we’d been here a solid twelve hours, and he was exhausted. I was sure he was.
The hours were supposed to be eight to five, but we’d gotten here slightly early, and I’d just jumped into work. And there’d been so many cases that needed worked on that I’d dove in, and before I knew it, it was well past six.
I’d also missed picking up Rufus with Garrett, which was the worst.
But he did say he’d still be here to pick me up when I was ready.
Pulling my phone out, I went to check the messages when I realized that Melody would hear and tucked it back into my pocket.
“Would you mind going slow?” I asked as I pulled out my cane.
“Sure,” Melody chirped.
I wasn’t sure about Melody.
On the outside, she appeared nice and helpful, but I got this weird feeling that she didn’t like me at all. That feeling had only grown as person after person—and a lot of them Carters—had come to make sure my day was going smoothly.
All except Garrett who’d been out all day on patrol.
Just the thought of Garrett had my heart picking up speed.
“Oh, hey, Delphine,” I heard Melody say.
I inwardly winced.
Awesome.
“What are you doing, Melody?” Delphine asked. “I thought you were working with the female Carter?”
“I was, but Mrs. Carter transferred me over here as Bindi’s assistant.”
The way Melody said it made it clear that she wasn’t happy about it.
Whoops.
Guess that explained why I felt like she didn’t like me.
“Babysitting. Nice,” Delphine quipped.
I pushed on, knowing the hallway well now, and said, “Melody, where am I going?”
“To the front door,” she answered.
I left the two of them alone to talk, sighing as I did.
I’d just made it to the first turn when I heard, “Ms. Howe, can I help you get where you’re going?”
The chief.
Garrett’s dad.
“Hey, Germaine.” I smiled.
I’d called him Mr. Carter twice, and he’d corrected me twice to call him Germaine.
“Where ya off to?” he wondered. “And where’s that cute dog of yours?”
“The front entrance, apparently,” I answered. “And poor Rooster’s exhausted. I’m not sure he’s ever had to work that long before.”
“We’ll get him whipped into shape up here.” He chuckled, making me smile. “Always lots of work to do around here. I’ve heard you’ve already made a big difference. Sometimes we have officers on hand that speak the languages, but sometimes we don’t. It’s nice to have someone here that’ll be able to help.”
After today, I could definitely see the need for it.
“I…” I trailed off when I heard the yelling.
Japanese.
I had a basic grasp on the language, but I was still learning.
I did, however, understand most of what was being said.
I moved farther into the room as the man yelling said in Japanese, “If you don’t do something about this man, I’m going to shoot him in his cold, dead heart!”
I immediately waded in saying, “Sir. Please slow down and start over. I’m learning Japanese right now, but I only really know the basics, so work with me, please? What’s going on?”
I could tell his tension immediately faded at my voice.
Germaine’s presence at my back had my heart rate slowing.
Irate men standing with me front and center slightly scared me.
“There’s this man that keeps staring into my daughter’s window. It’s been every night for a month and he won’t stop,” he said, his Japanese much slower than before, allowing me to connect dots where some words were foreign. “Every night, he stands out by the road, and he stares. My daughter is scared. My wife is scared. I don’t want him there anymore.”
I turned to Germaine and explained everything.