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Chapter 4
Why the hell didn’t she text back? I checked my phone for the thousandth time. Four days had passed since I’d texted her:
Hey! Are you free soon for that coffee you promised me???
Maybe the wordpromisedor the smiley face was too much. I never used smiley faces; maybe I’d messed everything up by starting now? Once more, I ran the different messages I should have texted through my head. Over and over again. For the last two nights, I’d been lying awake, worrying about that text, then jerking off to the image of her tits from that day in the garden. During the day, I did the same damn thing. Jerk off and worry about the text I’d sent her. And even now, sitting with my chief in a small diner outside town, I couldn’t stop thinking about Mila.
“What the fuck are you doing?” The chief’s angry voice tore me back to the booth we were sitting in, burgers and sodas in front of us. I looked up at him to find his eyes clearly focused on my phone in my hand. I scanned the diner. We were the only ones here except for the waitress, who was reading a magazine at the counter in the distance.
It was safe to talk.
“You’re checking your damn phone like a teenage girl waiting for her pimpled boyfriend to pick her up in a limo for prom.”
“She hasn’t texted me back in four days,” I said, trying to sound casual and professional. “If that man in the car was really him, then I have to get closer to her.”
The chief grabbed his burger and took a big bite. “I think you’re doing pretty good. Nobody has ever been this close to him. The lieutenant is shitting bricks at the station right now. He wanted to put two cops on the silver beamer—”
“You’re kidding me!” I interrupted him. “Eagle would know before they even got in the car, and I’d end up with a bullet in my head.”
“Come on now,” he remarked calmly. “Of course I didn’t let him put two cops on Eagle’s beamer. I’ve been in this line of work since before you were born. We have a good lead with the girl. Her brother seems very protective of her, which makes you of great interest to him.”
“Wunderbar. Exactly what we wanted.” I sighed. “So you think he was following me to the community garden?”
The chief wiped ketchup off his mouth with a napkin. “I think he’s been following you since she first mentioned you to him. That’s what I do with every guy my girls bring home.”
“Bring home? Am I her suitor now?” I tried to sound pissed, even though it was scary how much I loved that thought.
“Of course you’re not. But they don’t need to know that.”
I pushed my plate to the side and looked at my phone again. Still no text. For a moment, I wondered if I had bad service or if I should restart the cell again, but I’d tried that three times already with no text magically appearing on my screen afterward.
“Well, I seem to have lost my edge. I don’t think there’s ever been a woman who didn’t bombard me with texts after I sent her a message.” I pushed my phone away and crossed my arms.
“Get over yourself, Casanova. Who cares? I had your schedule switched to nightshift for next week. You’ll get plenty of opportunities to sprinkle your fairy dust in her eyes.”
I analyzed the chief as he worked his way through his burger, looking for even the slightest sign, again, that he might be worried about me doing something unprofessional. In the end, I was a testosterone-driven being, and this woman was everything a man could ever dream of—to me at least. Was he really not the slightest bit concerned about me screwing up—or screwingherto be precise?
He kept eating without even looking up once. Shit. He really was that clueless and trusting. But so far, nothing had happened. Nothing but me spreading my cum over my abdomen thinking of her—so it wasn’t too late to be the good cop again.
“Here,” the chief said, pushing an old flip phone across the table. We used these kinds of phones for communication on jobs like this one. They were harder to trace than the new smartphones with the internet and apps and shit on them.
“Get rid of the old one.”
“Why? Is it dirty?”
“Not yet. But we assume Eagle has as many friends in high places as he has enemies. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”
I grabbed the phone and let it slip into my pants pocket.
“There’s something else you should know.” The chief pushed his plate to the side and frowned. “We have another reason to believe that you’re of some importance to the girl.”
“Really?” I leaned in.
“Someone has run background checks on you and made copies of your fake work and school records.”
“You think it was Andrei?” That was really good—and even worse news at the same time.
“We don’t know who, yet, but as I said, you’re doing great.”
