Page 2 of Brek's Obsession
He would pick the lock, take inexpensive items and then leave. So far he hadn’t done anything to anyone.
But with the last break-in with the bed sheets, it seemed more sinister. He had taken it one step further than just taking personal belongings. He had actually ripped the mattress to shreds with what looked like a chainsaw and then left.
It was such a shock to have it change like that, and so violently, that Brek didn’t understand it. He had gone from mildly inconveniencing someone to completely sinister, and Brek was afraid to see what would happen next.
And no matter what they tried, each and every lead he and Trace went to find was a dead end.
They didn’t like the questions. It was really frustrating to them both.
Brek had met Trace at the police academy and when he applied for the chief position, had asked Trace to sign on as his deputy.
Trace hadn’t had much going on in life, so he followed Brek to his small town and the two had become best friends.
Trace was a lot like Brek himself. Aside from the parents. Trace’s parents had been drug addicts and were never in the picture much. He left when he was 18 and never looked back.
Brek’s parents had pretty much adopted Trace as their own and he was kind to his parents, but still reserved and Brek didn’t know why.
Brek grinned, thinking of his best friend and how grateful he was for him.
Trace walked into Brek’s office with a cup of coffee in each of his hands.
He handed one cup to Brek, which he took with a smile.
“Thanks.”
Trace nodded, “You’re welcome. You gonna come with me today to look at the lead we got on the burglaries?”
Brek shook his head, “I think I'm going to stick around. I have a weird feeling that I'm needed here.”
Trace raised an eyebrow but didn’t question him.
Brek couldn’t put his finger on the feeling he had growing in the pit of his stomach.
They drank their coffee in silence and Trace stood. Putting his hat on his head of dark brown hair.
“Well, I'll go see about that lead.”
Brek nodded, “Who called it in this time? Is it a real lead?”
Trace sighed, “Polly. And you know we have to check out all calls.”
Brek barked out a laugh. Polly was one of the women in the town desperate to be noticed by one of the eligible bachelors.
She was 40, if not a day, but dressed and acted as if she was 18. She always had her hair dyed platinum blonde, had the latest makeup trend on her face and her nails perfectly manicured.
It helped that she owned the small salon in town to keep her up on the latest trends, but Brek hated going over there mainly because Polly was inappropriate to say the least. One time when Brek was helping her ‘find’ something she assured was stolen, he had turned to find her on the couch with her boobs out.
He had quickly looked up at the ceiling as soon as he saw what she was trying to do and left without a second glance.
Trace cursed, “Do I have to go?”
Brek nodded, trying to hide his smile. He knew without a doubt that Polly would try something with Trace and though it was wrong, they had to see about every possible lead and at this moment, Polly was the only one who had one.
She wasn’t picky about who she came onto, or who she slept with.
“Fine, but if she pulls her boobs out, I am gone. Lead or no lead.”
Brek grinned, “Fine with me. Don’t turn your back on her, and she won’t have the chance.”
Trace gave a sour face as he turned towards the door, “I will keep that in mind.”
Brek looked at the paperwork on his desk, trying not to laugh at Trace’s misfortune of having to deal with Polly.
It wasn’t much. But it would keep him occupied today.
