Savage (A Blood Feud Novel)

Chapter Two

Police officer Grant Savage was seated in his office when the phone rang. It was half an hour past twelve, and Grant had spent the better part of the day out on patrol, hanging out with his friend, Gill at Gilligan's, the local pub and of course, fucking his mistress Isabella, a young transplant from Sicily.

He no reason to suspect he'd get the most unlikely of calls when he answered the phone.

"This is Officer Grant Savage," Grant said.

There was a crooked laugh at the other end of the line. Grant was stunned for instance and wondered why someone would do such a thing.

"Who is this I'm speaking to?" he asked loudly.

The man followed his laughter with a question, "How long has it been since your wife got off your dick?"

Grant was stunned. "What did you say?" he asked. He had to have heard the word wrong.

The man on the other end of the line continued, "I was talking about your wife, Tanya. How long has it been since she's gotten her tongue off your fucking dick, you worthless piece of cunt!"

Grant was now pissed. "Listen you bastard, whoever you are, don't you dare talk about my wife like that, you understand?" he snapped.

The man laughed hysterically. Grant couldn't figure out who the bloke was. He slammed the phone down and took a big breather. Grant realized it was some idiot that was trying to mess with him and had indeed succeeded. He turned in his chair and looked out the window.

Outside, the bright lights of the town lit up the quiet street. Up ahead was a small river that ran through the center of the Town of Aignéis County. The river at times would remind Grant of the famous rivers of Amsterdam and Paris.

Chief Ian Clancy, Grant's superior, inserted his head through the office door.

"Is everything alright, Grant?" he asked.

Grant gave a weary smile, "I'm alright, sir. It's my daughter's boyfriend. I had a bit of a fit with him."

"So, you don't mind telling what was the screaming about your wife about, eh?"

"No, no, it's alright sir," Grant said.

Chief Clancy nodded. "Well, I hope so. Things haven't been on the ups in your end. I'm leaving the office now with training officer Sarah Brannon. She'll begin her first shift with you tomorrow. Make sure you're here on time."

There was the pinch of concern in his voice. Chief Clancy was a heavyset man at fifty-two years of age and had thinning gray hair. He left Grant alone in his office.

Training officer Sarah Brannon was a young woman who Grant had only met a couple of times before. She was fair looking, but at first glance Grant didn't like her.

What he did was to try to stay away from her, and it didn't work out since there were only seven officers in the entire squad besides Chief Clancy. Sarah Brannon would be the eighth cop.

Several minutes had gone by since the chief and training officer left the station and Grant was still sitting at his desk, staring out the window.

The call shook him. He wondered who had the nerves to do such a thing. It had to be one of those stupid high school kids he thought.

An hour later, Grant's phone rang again. He turned and answered the call. It was the same person.

"How are you Grant?" the man asked.

Grant rolled his eyes. "What the fuck do you want?" he asked calmly.

"I want something from you. I know about Isabella," the man said. "I know you've been shagging her."