Page 8 of Seduced By My Bully

Cam

Ikeep thinking about Monroe and her creep of an ex. It’s hard to believe a woman like her would end up with someone like him. Even at thirteen, she was fiercely independent. She never struck me as the type to get into a relationship with a man like that. I can’t imagine the shit she went through. At least she got out, but not before he put her in the hospital first. The rage I feel knowing what he’s done to her makes me want to throw my badge out the window and take him down. Before I was a police officer, I had been in the Marines. He wouldn’t be the first person I’ve killed.

When Johnson and I get back to the station, I do some digging into Brent Overstreet. The bastard is a manager at an advertising firm in Atlanta. After making a few calls, I get the number to the arresting officer on Monroe’s case.

“This is Lawrence.” A gruff voice says, answering the phone.

“Lawrence, this is Detective Beckett calling from Harper Falls Police Department in Nebraska.”

“That’s quite a ways away. What can I do for you, Beckett?” He asks.

“Does the name Brent Overstreet ring any bells?”

“Please tell me that cocksucker isn’t doing what I think he is.” He growls.

“He left Monroe Drake a package on her doorstep today. That’s about all we know at this point.”

“Fuck.”

“Pretty much. Look, I need you to send me any reports you have and a copy of that restraining order. I need to know specifics so I can nail this bastard to the fucking wall.”

“You got it, man. I’ll get you whatever you need. I couldn’t believe the judge. He gave him community service, a fine, and mandated the restraining order would remain in effect until the petitioner requested it to be vacated.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I growl.

“I’m not surprised. Men like him have connections in this city. Do what you can to keep eyes on her until he slips up.”

“You bet your ass I’ll have eyes on her,” I tell him.

“Good, I’ll get those reports sent over to you ASAP.” He says then hangs up the phone.

As soon as I’m off the phone, I stand and go to my Captain’s office and wait for him to get off the call he’s on.

“Beckett. Get your ass in here.” He orders. Walking in, the older man eyes me. “What do you got?”

“Monroe Drake, Hunter Drake’s daughter. He and his wife own the Brew for You coffee shop.”

“What about her?”

“She left Atlanta a few months ago when her ex-boyfriend used her as a punching bag.”

“Shit. Did she press charges?”

“She did, but the judge gave him a slap on the wrist and sent him on his way. She came home to Harper Falls, hoping to get away from him. We have evidence the ex is in town. He left a package on her doorstep today, asking to get back together.”

“I hate these fucking cases. Legally we can’t do anything until after they’ve broken the law. What’s your gut telling you?”

“He wants her back, and he’s not giving up until he has her. I can’t let that happen.”

Tilting his head to the side, my Captain studies me. “You got a personal connection to this?”

“We knew each other in high school.”

“It’s more than that, though?”

“It is.”

“I should pull your ass off this case, but Jericho is still out on medical, and you’re one of my best guys. Don’t screw this up, Beckett!” He says, pointing at me. When I nod, he shakes his head. “Grab a few officers and set up a patrol schedule. I want eyes on her at night and periodically throughout the day.”

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