AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I’d known him long enough to know this was what he did when he was nervous or angry.However, I couldn’t picture why Miss Maggie Cline would make him feel either of those emotions…unless it was romantic?
I raised my eyebrow at him.
“Did the notorious Micah Quinn break the heart of good little Maggie Cline?”
I was dumbfounded, honestly. Quinn kept to himself, and he wasn’t known to date. Everyone drooled whenever he was around, and I swear, any man or woman at the shop would’ve given up their firstborn to converse with this gorgeous man. But the prince simply didn’t want a princess. Sometimes, I thought we were only close because he initiated a big brother relationship with me. It made no difference because I wasn’t looking for Cupid to interfere with my busy life.
“I, ah….” Quinn’s cheeks turned red.
I laughed, shaking my head and getting into the passenger seat. “Say no more. Your business is yours, partner.”
He audibly breathed a sigh of relief and started the car. I was curious, though, about what had happened, but we had more important matters at hand. Maybe we would finally catch the Snow White killer.
The homeless community was such a sad place. A huge pang of guilt lanced through me at seeing the conditions my fellow humans were forced to live in.
It was awful.
No, more than that—it was wrong.
Our world had too many things backward, and letting people sleep on a moldy underpass at the King’s Bridge was by far the biggest offense.
We walked silently along the rows of tents and people. The grounds were littered with trash and tattered clothing, and no one would even look in our direction. Some would catch sight of us and run off like sewer rats.
The tents all lined the area, which led to an abandoned dock. There were no boats, and besides one tent, there wasn’t anything here.
Why is there only one tent back there? That looks lonely.
“Looks like it was a false alarm.” Quinn sighed, trying yet again to get a homeless person to speak to him. The shredded clothing of a man snagged on a rock as he tried to run, but he couldn’t get away fast enough.
Why were these people so afraid of police officers? It was heartbreaking.
Quinn left to find the male to ensure he had not injured himself from the hasty retreat, so I kept walking the perimeter.
Coming across a red tent, I peered inside. A black man was eating some dry ramen noodles and reading a book. He didn’t run away when I approached him. No, instead, he flipped me off and told me to get the fuck away from him. I didn’t understand why the hell this particular group of people was so rude and skittish.
Geez, it was like we wore repellant. Admittedly, I knew we’d failed these people, and if I owned one of these tents, I would hate us, too. Quinn met up with me, and still, not a single person was willing to speak with us. We had no reason to keep bothering anyone here. Chalking it up to a false call, we gave up and went home. At least Mitzi would have some company today.
I made my way home from the station, walking away from the hardware store and a ton of yellow tape. Cringing, I decided to go through the back alley of the building instead of walking in front of it. My apartment was just a few blocks from here, and I had my police-issued gun with me, so I doubted any fool would be dumb enough to try and rob me.
As I walked through the dark alley, fear flooded my body.
Why did I go this way?
Old scary movie scenes kept running through my head, knowing I was the dumbass walking toward the bogeyman in the scenario.
A flash of black skittered past me, and I screamed, falling back into a dumpster. Unholstering my weapon and blindly waving it around, I finally paused and opened my eyes. Perched beside me, without a care in the world, was the cutest black cat. He looked like a little shadow because he was entirely black. Even its eyes looked dark.
“Awe, Hi, little kitty,” I said, scratching the little ball of fluff and allowing him to jump in my arms. He acted like I was his best friend.
Was he left here from that psycho’s chop shop?
I frowned, glancing around but not seeing a single person in the area. My heart felt heavy for this little soul. “Welp, it looks like you found a new home, my little batboy.”
He ran around in circles around me, seeming to understand my words. Sure enough, as I kept walking, he followed alongside me. I smiled sheepishly, thinking of the less-than-enthused Persian feline already in my apartment. It looked like Mitzi had just become a mommy.
Isighed irritably as I sat in the far corner room of the club. The redhead bouncing on my dick made me feel absolutely nothing. Her cries of pleasure and passion as she got off for the fifth time only increased my annoyance.
I could not stop thinking about my Little Shadow.
