15 parts Ongoing MatureNick is a new cop in Portland, Oregon. Fresh off field training he picks up an overtime shift as venue security for a big band in town. Little did he know it was Paramore.
Excerpt from Chapter 6:
The guy nodded once, eyes forward. The fight had drained out of both of us. I wondered what city was next for her? What songs did she perform tonight? Was the crowd wild or reserved, arms up or phones out? Did she wear that jacket she almost forgot in my apartment, the one still draped over my kitchen chair like a ghost of her?
Had she thought of me before stepping on stage? Or only after, in that quiet lull between adrenaline and sleep, when the world goes still and the hotel room walls feel a little too big?
I sat there longer than I meant to, paperwork finished, bruise pulsing like a slow metronome in my jaw. My ribs ached every time I shifted, but it grounded me back here in the present. At work. She was out there. Somewhere ahead of sunrise, maybe already asleep. Or maybe not. Maybe she was lying there in the dark, earbuds in, thinking about nothing in particular, or maybe about me. What a sweet thought.