A disgraced officer teams up with a goofy late night hero to track down a lead and ends up finding more than she ever expected.
ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ // ꜰᴇᴍ ᴏᴄ
ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ || 2022
ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ | ᴅᴄ
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3.| Sweet Cheeks
Jenna had a person for nearly everything. She had a friend from her old precinct who would help her if she was in a pinch and needed to get in with the local PD, she had a buddy who was very professional, and quick about getting her negatives back to her, and she had her sister who helped fill in the blanks and cheered her up when she was feeling especially worthless. Today was one of those days.
Her anniversary was coming up, the one where a mother and their child were brutally murdered because of her absent mind and thrill-seeking. She'd replayed that night in her head weekly, there were so many things she could have done differently. The local papers, bloggers, and media were very unkind about the accident, but by far the worst was the daily nightmare of seeing the woman's husband breakdown as he had to identify his wife and child. She didn't pull the trigger, she didn't tell those men to shoot at her and her squad or to cause casualties, but it felt like she did. She'd gone to a few meetings for officers who had shot in the line of fire, but she'd never stuck with it. Deep down she felt like she deserved to feel like a bag of hot shit. She deserved to feel the guilt and relive that gruesome gritty night, over and over.
So this week was hard for sleep, she'd spent more time at the local restaurant, drinking coffee for hours, and ordering the homemade Italian desserts. She'd found another job, but this one was a little weird. A man was convinced his wife was in a cult, and wanted proof that she was either financing them or seeing another person within the organization. It was always adultery, always.
Another fleshy photoshoot most likely, she shamelessly smiled as she reveled in her own sick humor. People truly were the worst.
" You set, " a familiar voice rang from over her shoulder.
Jenna looked up to see the busboy, who'd become a familiar face this week. She hadn't been able to sleep, so in the late afternoons, she'd been coming to the dive and binging on cases while trying to start her blog. Both were a bust until today when she'd gotten the request for the cult follower.
" Yeah, thanks, " she backed off some as he cleared her dishes and then paused.
" You play? " His voice was quiet, and she hadn't quite noticed that it calmed her hearing him talk.
" Oh, " Jenna looked down at her keys that were placed on the round faux wood table, hanging off of it on a small silver loop was a twenty-sided die.
She grinned, " Yeah, I mean Yes, I do from time to time. " Jenna grabbed the keys off the table and placed them on her booth seat by her side. Fucking smooth.
Adrian's face lit up some, his smile broadened as his dimples deepened. His lips curved into the perfect half grin as he nodded to the die.
" I play from time to time, sometimes after work. " He acted like he was trying to cover for himself like it would be embarrassing to talk about.
