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I upped coverage on all areas surrounding Christmas, but we have no leads on anyone. The only thing that is keeping the station in good spirits is the annual Christmas Party.
But I’m not in good spirits. Besides the bullshit happening around my station and surrounding towns, Daisy has insisted on sleeping in her own home for the last four days. She’s punishing me for being an overbearing dick. I could have easily told her the guy threatened me over her. I know what his untouchable comment meant. But that would have made her worry about me more, rather than be concerned for her own wellbeing.
I’ll admit, she’s right for giving me a hard time. I didn’t mean to ask her to move in during sex, but I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I’ve thought about her being in my home since the first day I met her.
But I can see how she would think I was trying to leverage her into doing what I want.
It’s the cop in me. And she knows it.
I’m dying without her, though. Sure, she gave me a blowjob that I can still feel before she left the station last night, but I need to hold her.
And she’s not letting me do that.
It’s been quiet. The break-ins have subsided since the Sweetstown hit. But I know better. After years of watching this same pattern, I know it’s only a small reprieve. It’s a tactic to let people think it’s okay again. They let down their guard. That’s when the big shit happens.
Daisy had taken the day off to help set up at the rec center, super excited to bring it all together while the town was just over the top celebrating Christmas. But the text I got was anything but sweet and had me imagining all the things I’d do to her later. She was dressed in a red dress, sleeveless and short, lined with white fur and matching black boots. It was enough to make me come on the spot. But the second text was a shot of her in a red lace bra with white bows over the nipples and red lace panties with the same white bows lining the band. She followed up that picture with a text saying ‘for the after party to do as you please, but the lingerie must remain on.’
My response? I sent her a dick pic. It made me feel like a teenager and my hands shook while I took the picture, but this is the relationship we have. The teasing, playful, sexy, only for us, is the best part of being with her.
Daisy said she’d meet me here at the station before going to the center together, so I used the time to catch up on paperwork. I’m waiting not so patiently because I need a taste of her before we go. And she does, too. I know that’s why she said she’d meet me here. Glancing at the clock, I realize she should have been here about forty-five minutes ago. I call her phone, but it rings out and an uneasy feeling settles like a rock in my stomach.
I hear the scanner go off, but I don’t pay too much attention. My mind is focused on Daisy and that red lace lingerie she has on.
I hear the scanner resume, the night dispatch operator is online, and I listen in through the radio in my office.
And then a third call comes in.
“What the fuck is happening?” Standing and turning the volume up on the radio closest to me, I hear the reports coming in.
*dispatch. neighbors report they’re hearing banging and yelling. Cars racing up and down the block. Send a unit to check it out.*
*address?*
*one nineteen Fleet Road*
*Copy*
I watch as dispatch waves over the officers on duty in house. The atmosphere has changed within two minutes and I’m still not processing. That is until I hear the next call coming in.
*Christmas PD. What’s your emergency?*
*I’m on Jenson Lane in Lakeshore. I’m hearing fireworks.*
*Fireworks? From which direction?*
*Whoa! No fireworks! Those are shots!*
*Sir, please remain calm. You’re on Jenson, you said? Cross street is Fleet. Which direction is the noise coming from?*
*Next block over. On Sycamore Avenue! Oh shit! Jill, get away from the window! *
My heart races and I grab my keys and run from my office, shouting for the address again.
“Sycamore, Chief. In Lakeshore. We’ve got units heading that way!”
I rack my brain trying to remember who’s on tonight, but I’m interrupted when the phones start ringing on all the desks. The dispatch board is lighting up like it’s the fourth of July.
“What the fuck is going on!” I roar, wanting answers right now.
