Page 32 of Brek's Obsession
Trace sat back in his chair, sipping his coffee. “That is strange. Jake has never acted like that before. He has always been quiet and kept to himself.”
Brek shrugged, “I don’t know what is going on with him. Like you said, he has kept to himself. But after last night, something set him off. Did you get Polly’s statement? Or did Jake?”
Trace said, “I did. She didn’t want to talk to Jake for some reason. But I didn’t know why. When I talked to her, she wasn’t like she normally was. She was scared Brek. She didn’t try to hit on me, or anything. Something happened last night, and we need to find out what.”
Brek nodded, “I agree. Did you see the board I put up yesterday?”
Trace nodded, “I was studying it when I saw you pull in. There is something we aren’t seeing.”
Brek sighed, “I know. I don’t like it.”
Trace nodded, “Come on. Maybe if we both take a crack at it we can figure this out before I have to go out on patrol.”
Brek followed and Trace asked, “How did it go last night with Sienna?”
Brek grinned, “Amazingly. She was made for me Trace. My woman through and through.”
Trace smiled, “I am happy for you. Really I am.”
Brek chuckled, “She is coming to my house tonight. You should come meet her.”
Trace gave him a smirk, “I will do my best.”
Brek grunted in exasperation, “Do you not want to meet her? What is going on Trace?”
Trace pinched the bridge of his nose, “I promise as soon as I know for sure, I will let you know. I do want to meet her. I will come by tonight. All right?”
Brek nodded, “Fine, but I don’t want to be kept in the dark Trace. It isn’t like you to not confide in me. I am still me.”
Trace looked over at him, “I know you are. I just need to figure out my shit before I drag you into it.”
Brek raised a brow and then acquiesced. “Fine.”
They both turned to look at the board when Stacy yelled from the front desk, “Sheriff, there is a break-in in progress.”
Trace and Brek both looked at each other, then they both ran out of the room and to Brek’s cruiser.
They listened to Stacy on the radio and raced across town to get to the house.
Brek drew his gun, as did Trace and they both nodded at each other, jumping free from the car the second Brek put it into park.
Trace went around the back of the house and Brek stood on the front porch, listening for a second before kicking in the door and catching the man who was in the process of trashing the house.
It looked much the same as Polly’s did last night, with couch fluff and broken glass strewn everywhere.
But this was different. There were also books thrown everywhere, with pages ripped free and the woman who owned the house on the ground, blood pooled around her in a puddle.
She wasn’t moving. Brek raised his gun, “FREEZE!” He yelled at the man standing in the middle of the room, but the man took off and to the back door.
But Trace was standing there with his gun up and the man stopped in his tracks.
Brek came up behind the man, “Get on your knees with your hands behind your head!”
The man dropped to his knees and put his hands behind his head.
Brek grabbed his handcuffs out of his belt and cuffed the man.
Trace took the man out of the house and to the cruiser, and Brek turned to check on the woman.
