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“There’s been a suicide, which I see you already found. And a couple of MVAs. They’re going to need some...work.” She grimaced.
Yick.
I hated watching her work, but she sure was a genius. She was a magician with putty, wire mesh, and cardboard. She could fix pretty much anything deformity wise, and I made them pretty once she was done. We worked well as a team.
We’d worked together for a little over a year now, and I couldn’t imagine working with anybody else.
“What time are you leaving?” I asked.
She looked at her watch when a deep voice said from the doorway behind her, “Now.”
We both jumped.
Her husband was standing at the door looking forbidding.
He had on a simple pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. It wasn’t the clothes that made him look authoritative. He justwas. And the badge on the front of his jeans, with the large black gun at his hip only added to the effect.
When I was sixteen, I’d been pulled over by what I thought was a cop, and then nearly sexually assaulted. If it wasn’t for some kids from my school hearing me scream, and then coming to investigate, I would’ve been raped.
Ever since, I’d had a deep fear of cops; Cabe was no exception.
I knew it wasn’t a rational fear. I knew the guy who’d done it was only dressed in a costume, but everything that happened left a stain on my sixteen year old soul that told me I couldn’t trust cops. No matter what.
My eyes widened, and my palms dampened. If I looked in a mirror, I’m sure my pupils would be dilated as well.
Cabe took in my reaction to him, just like he always did, and stayed far away from me. He knew how uncomfortable I was with him, and that was what made my reaction to him seem so stupid. I knew deep down that he’d never hurt me, but my rational mind and my logical mind didn’t seem to connect at times.
“H-hi, Mr. Warren,” I said, putting the table and the dead girl between us.
He smiled sadly at me. “Hello, Channing. How are you today, sweetheart?”
I shrugged. “I’m okay.”
His mouth kicked up at the corner, transforming his hard face from granite to a softness I didn’t often see in him. “You look kind of like crap.”
I laughed; I couldn’t help it.
Not many men were so candidly open with women. I liked a man who wasn’t afraid of a woman going off on him when he told her she looked like crap.
“Cabe!” Brittany chastised. “You don’t tell a woman she looks like crap!”
He chuckled. “Sorry.”
He didn’t sound very sorry, but that was okay. I liked a man with balls.
“It’s okay. I had an asthma attack a couple of days ago. The old allergies are kicking up again since it started raining so much. Not to mention spring is right around the corner,” I told them.
“You ready, pretty girl?” Cabe asked his wife.
She smiled dreamily at him, making me long for someone to look at me like that, and walked into his arms. “Yep. I am.”
“Bye you two. Have a good date night.” I told them.
After they relayed their goodbyes, I got back to work, spending my night with the peace and quiet of the dead.
Chapter 3
If you think a minute goes by fast, you’ve never had a transvestite try to strangle you with a coat hanger because you called him sir.
