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“Yeah, thanks Lucas. I appreciate it. Hell, if this works out and I get another big bust under my belt, maybe I’ll bring you some flowers too!” I winked at him.
“I don’t swing that way, bro.” He paused thoughtfully. “But fuck it, bring me a bottle of Cuervo Gold and I’ll do anything you want!”
We both laughed.
“When you gonna make Detective, Lucas? We could use someone like you ‘round here. You know the streets. Got contacts, and you ain’t no moron. God knows we’re short on numbers here, too.” I looked around. Only half the desks were occupied. Half of those were occupied by old detectives who were a little too comfortable. And fat. And half of those old guys were corrupt as fuck.
“When I get the time I’m gonna go for Detective. Maria thinks I got the brains, the way I help out the kids with homework.” He sighed. “But four young ones at home don’t leave me with much time.”
He looked away, wistfully. “But when they’re at college I’ll still be in my forties. I’ll have plenty of time to put my mind to it then.”
Maria was Lucas’s wife, who’d been his childhood sweetheart. They’d married as soon as they could, and she had their first kid about six months later.
I looked at Lucas. I could tell he was exhausted, but was trying his best not to show it. Dark rings were beginning to form under his eyes.
“Listen carefully, alright. Because for once I’m not joking. When you’re ready, come see me. I might even be Lieutenant. I’ll help you out.” I looked at him seriously.
I raised my eyebrows when he laughed at me good naturedly.
“Jack if you ain’t Captain by then, I don’t know what’s going on in this place,” He grinned.
He turned and walked away, swaggering as he walked. He turned back to me as he headed to the exit.
“Yo, Storm. Let’s grab a beer Friday?” He stopped, raising his arm in a gesture of feigned irritation.“Maria’s Mom is over for the weekend. Gonna need a few beers in me to deal with that damn ice queen.”
I smiled, nodding. “You’re on.” I pointed a finger at him, frowning. “But you’re paying this time!”
TWO
Eden
I was looking at my reflection in the full-length mirror in front of me, adjusting my slightly too tight work uniform. I pulled the hem of my shirt down over my hips, and wriggled my butt in my pants, glad that they were at least a little stretchy. I adjusted my boobs in my bra which was a little too tight, promising myself to buy some new clothes soon.
Maybe some sexy underwear. Not that I have anyone to show it to…
Happy that I’d managed to squeeze into my uniform, I headed downstairs for a quick breakfast before I’d need to head for work.
I clicked the small TV on that I had in my kitchen before lighting the stove and grabbing a pan. I half listened to the news anchor as I prepared some eggs and bacon.
“...has resurfaced in the town. Although the O’Rourkes are currently behind bars, we have an exclusive report that meth of a very similar quality is starting to appear again. Over to Vicky outside Freddie’s Biker Bar for more.”
“Thanks, John. Yes, we have had an exclusive report that O’Rourke-quality meth is starting to reappear on the streets, corroborated from a number of sources, who wish to remain anonymous.
I’m here outside Freddie’s where the now-famous shootout took place a few years back, leading to the deaths or arrests of the O’Rourke biker gang. How this meth has resurfaced is currently a mystery, but a number of theories have…”
I clicked the TV off, gritting my teeth as I felt a cold cramp of fear in my gut. I breathed in and out deeply as I poked at my bacon shakily.
You don’t need it anymore, Eden. Those times are behind you. Conall isn’t here to force you to do things you would never have dreamed of doing otherwise.
I’d been clean from meth for a number of years, since my ex-boyfriend Conall O’Rourke had disappeared, following his release from custody due to lack of evidence.
I hadn’t been a prolific user or hopeless addict, hell I didn’t even smoke it. Just a few lines when Conall and his biker mates wanted to drink and get high. Which was quite often, it turned out.
Since stopping the meth and with the violent and unpredictable Conall out of my life, I’d become a new person. Confident, witty and hardworking. I had worked two, sometimes three, jobs to save up a deposit for a place of my own after moving back with my parents for a while.
After getting my own place and everything I needed, I was now working two jobs; my day job at the most popular diner in town, and an occasional evening at a local bar.
The pay wasn’t too great, but the tips from both jobs boosted my income nicely and I was able to put away a fair amount of money each month. I was saving for a vacation, which I hadn’t had in god-knows how long. And I was considering a colleg
