Angel (Book 4)

Chapter 2. New Cop In Town

Jesse was emancipated–thanks to my parents. The judge agreed to do it because it had been reported that Valerie had been kicking him out.

Jesse and I were invited to a beach party. I wasn't even sure why I agreed to come. I guess it was better sitting at the beach bored than sitting at home alone.

It was starting to get late. I stared out at the ocean. The dark waves crashed against the shoreline. We were all sitting on logs around a small fire. The rhythm of the ocean was beginning to make me tired. It was such a calming noise, and I was more tuned in to the ocean than I was the chatter of my friends.

I wasn't sure if Jesse would be willing to leave yet, but I thought it was worth asking. I grew more tired and bored by the second.

"Ready to go?" I asked Jesse.

Jesse looked as if he were barely holding his eyes open too. "Yeah," he said. Jesse kissed his girlfriend, Emily, goodbye.

We headed up to the Corvette. "Gage is planning a party for the weekend. You down?" Jesse asked as we slid into the car.

"If I have time," I said.

He nodded in understanding. Jesse knew I was busy often. Jesse had been in training with me but wouldn't be part of it until I took it over.

"What the fuck?" I growled as I looked into my rearview mirror. Blue and red lights lit up my mirrors, blinding me and filling the car like a party light.

"What the hell?" Jesse turned to look back. "Damn, dude. How fast were you going?"

"Uh, like five miles over," I said and rolled my eyes.

"Give him a run for his money," Jesse chuckled. Jesse was crazy. Jesse would be the type to try to outrun a cop.

If I had to, I would, but since I knew I hadn't done anything wrong, I knew it wasn't worth running.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to keep my driver's license," I said sharply.

Jesse smirked back at me as I pulled off to the shoulder of the road. Jesse handed me my registration and insurance from the glove box.

I've had more run-ins with cops in this town than I cared to admit. I knew every cop in this city, and every cop knew me. However, when this cop looked down at me, I stared at him in confusion.

He was clearly an undercover cop, but I had never seen him before. There must be a new cop in town. He had black hair and brown eyes. He appeared to be about the age of my parents or a bit older.

Most cops don't stop you for going just a few miles over the speed limit. From the look of the guy, I could tell he was a prick.

"Do you know why I stopped you?" The cop asked.

"Uh, for going five miles over the speed limit?" I arched an eyebrow.

"Bit of a smartass, aren't you?" He crossed his arms over his chest and stood upright.

For once, I wasn't even trying to be a smartass. I was honestly confused. I couldn't think of any reason as to why he stopped me.

"Sorry. I've never had anyone stop me for going five miles over?" I meant it as a statement, but it came out sounding like a question.

"You have a taillight out, kid," he muttered.

"Really?" I asked, surprised. "Sorry, man, I didn't know."