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I sighed. “Look, I’m my father’s son and my father has done some very bad things to some very horrible people. Being my partner will taint your image. I supposed they didn’t warn you about that.”
“I don’t understand, P.” He tilted his head. “Your father’s sins aren’t yours.”
“And that’s how it should work, but it doesn’t.”
“I just want to be a good cop.” Beam told me. “All the other high school politics isn’t what
I’m here for. All I ask is that I get to prove myself.”
“I’m no one. You don’t have to prove yourself to me.”
Beam smiled. “Maybe not now. What are you working on, P?”
“A missing’s person.” I replied. “But it’s not on the books. You don’t have to help me with it.”
“Is it someone you care about?”
“Khap.” I nodded.
“Then I’ll help. What do you need?”
CHAPTERTWO
Taz
I gripped the bar above my head and pulled myself atop the moving grain. Scrambling along, I slid down between two of the cars and let myself in through one of the doors. Thankfully, I’d entered at the back, and the three people in the car, hadn’t even looked up when the door clanged shut behind me.
Exhaling, I removed my backpack and fell into the first seat I came to.
I’d been travelling for a few days.
Usually, the trip would take a lot shorter time, but I couldn’t travel the traditional way.
It was an hour before I exited the train, adjusted my hood over my head and draped my bag over one shoulder. I allowed myself to blend into the crowd of people trying to get out of the station. I avoided the bulk of them by taking the stairs and soon I was walking through glass doors and into the sun.
I would normally find the closest place to get a cold drink—but this trip wasn’t a vacation.
I waved for a taxi, and had it take me to the house I’d be staying at. A hotel would draw unnecessary attention that I didn’t need.
Using the lockbox code to gain entrance, I went through the place, checking it for anything that shouldn’t be there.
The house was nice, sitting at the end of a treeline street. In any other circumstance it would have been romantic as hell.
The area was going through a drought and the leaves on the trees weren’t as plentiful or as green as they should have been. The lawn in the front yard was cut but even I could see the patches of brown from the lack of water.
The flowers beneath the windows were dead, and there was a sign that warned us that current bi-laws were in place to stop people from wasting water on things such as watering the lawn.
I supposed they didn’t want a bad review because of the iffy looking law and flowers.
Dumping my bag in the living room, I immediately removed my burner phone and scanned through the information someone had sent to me.
Darby was always getting himself into trouble—the serious kind of trouble. The kind of mischief even he couldn’t joke his way out of.
Ever since we were kids, I was always pulling his ass out of the fire—I suppose this new mess was my fault. Maybe I should have allowed him to hit the ground a few times to smack some fucking sense into him.
This time it was serious.
This time it was serious enough for someone to send me a message telling me he was going to get himself killed.
