Page 4 of Sticks and Stones
Corbin earned his title.
Truth be told, nepotism wasn’t a good thing when you were a homicide detective. He was already scrutinized more than any other cop, and he had to be better than everyone. His closure rate meant more than anything when it came to moving up the ladder.
At some point, he wanted to leave homicide and join Vice to work on those harder cases.
Full-time.
The adventure was calling him, and Corbin knew that if he stayed in homicide, he’d never shake his reputation of being‘given’his job—despite him working damn hard and earning it.
“What can I do to help?” he asked, already throwing his hat into the ring on this one.
Corbin wasDESPERATEto show the other cops that he was damn good, and not because of his mother or two FBI agents he called friends.
This was about him.
This was about his brain.
This was about his skill.
Corbin needed to start making a name for himself, despite his friends, the Feds, telling him he wasn’t ready for a case like this.
He was absolutely ready.
Bet.
On.
It.
“We are working on a trafficking case,” Kip admitted, not sure that this man could help them.
Why?
He was young, and that wasn’t a good thing in their line of work. With time came wisdom, and the ability to smell problems a mile away. Ultimately, that was what saved your ass when you were undercover.
This young cop, to him, had yet to prove that he could do that—without the two Feds he rode with on occasion. They seemed to carry him, and that was a problem in their world.
You carried yourself.
Working undercover meant not having backup all of the time. It meant thinking on your feet, and being able to hold your own.
This would be a test for the cop.
In their world, it meant living or dying, and you learned that pretty damn fast.
At the mention of the case, Corbin perked up.
Oh, it was about to be his time to shine, and he couldn't wait.
“Really?” he asked, trying to stay calm, but his heart was pounding so hard that the wild staccato was echoing in his ears.
Oliver nodded.
“Kip and Payton have hit a wall, and it’s officially out of their element. They had three young men go missing, and they were working on getting intel from a trafficking ring.”
Kip nodded.
“It involves some bikers,” he admitted, clueing him in to how dangerous this was going to be.
