It killed me leaving my girl to come to work, but when the death of another mafia boss's son is found, knowing that this could start a war, we need to get to the bottom of it and fast.
"Hey, Saint" I say as I enter the room.
"Hey, son, listen I'm sorry to have to pull you from the wedding—it's just, Hobbs is having a fucking fit with this body turning up" saint sighs.
Hobbs, is our boss, the head honcho, the team leader, he's the one that made the call to bring me in.
"It's okay, I know Helen is in safe hands" I tell him. "So, what have we got? Do we have any leads?" I ask him.
"What we've got is fucking potential war on our hands" Hobbs growls as he enters the room with bryers quickly following on his heels.
Fucking suck arse...
Bryers is who we call the stations suck arse, the police "teacher's pet" our Layla had dubbed him Chi-Fu from Mulan as his suckarseness and weird moustache/goatee reminded her of him. Not that he looked like him, just his mannerisms and that fucking thing on his face that he tries to pass off as a fashionable moustache/goatee.
"Do we have any witnesses, sir?" I ask Hobbs.
"Not at present, I was gonna send Bryers to question some potential witnesses" Hobbs muses, bryers grins smugly behind his boss.
"I'll take Luke with me, and we'll have a scope around town, see if anyone has seen or heard anything" saint says appearing at my side.
"I'm goin—" bryer protests.
"Yes" Hobbs nods at us. "Go" he adds with a shooing motion.
"But sir—" bryers almost whines.
"Fucking hell, bryers" Hobbs groans pinching the brim of his nose. "What's with you today?"
Saint winks at me gesturing me to follow him, I grin smugly which catches bryers attention. "Sir, he's being smug" he says pointing at me.
Hobbs looks at me and I look back with an innocent expression. "Jesus, I should of stayed at home—my fucking teenage twin girls aren't this bad" he says aloud. "Get a fucking grip of yourself, bryers, you was born with balls wasn't you?" he hisses before walking away.
I choke laughing chuckling away as I walk towards saint who is standing there waiting for me. "See ya, bryers" I shout giving him the peace sign over my shoulder.
"You really shouldn't torment that fucker" saint grumbles as we leave the station.
I gasp innocently batting my eyelashes. "I ain't doin nothin of the sort"
Saint scoffs at me. "I see where Layla got the It wasn't me innocent look from?"
"The mastermind" I chuckle with a wink.
Once we get to the scene of the crime, we split up questioning the local people, an hour later I'm coming up with nothing, I know someone must of seen something, people are scared of talking to the likes of me, scared of the wrong people finding out. I'm walking back towards where I left saint, when a low voice gets my attention.
"That's two kids dead because of who their fathers trust" a man grumbles from the floor.
I look at him, he's a homeless man, he's currently sat on the cold concrete floor in a thin sleeping bag with a hood over his head hiding half of his face. "What do you know?" I ask him walking towards him.
"You stay there, you here?" He growls. "Pretend you're looking on your phone or something, don't even fucking look at me" he hisses.
I take my phone out and click on my record app and press record, keeping my gaze on my screen. "There's always someone watching, son" he warns.
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Luke & His Runaway Love (Book Two Of The "And His" Series) (WIP)
Romance**READ SAINT & HIS HAPPILY EVER AFTER FIRST** You should believe that whoever is meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, regardless of how far they wander. Luke: I've always wanted to be a police officer, ever since I was a...
