Page 95 of Badges
It felt strange to see the blank under the father’s name.
I’ll fix that soon.
But the trail is what I’m really after.
Thewho.
Flipping through the pages, I manage to find one obscure case worker’s initials on the Texas end.
Five phone calls and endless hours of hold music later, I get an answering machine.
After leaving my details, I hang up and cuss the wall of my office.
It’s damn frustrating when I keep hitting dead ends.
But before I drop my phone in my pocket, a text dings in.
As soon as I read it, my mood lifts.
Elena isn’t going to like this as much as Cynthia will.
Today has been slow, only meetings making safety plans for the upcoming holidays. Halloween isn’t usually too bad besides toilet paper on houses and the occasional fight up at Hilltop.
Well, the last few have been uneventful. Nothing can compare to six years ago when Ford lost his girl behind it.
Ever since then I make a point of hanging close.
Thanksgiving and Christmas are usually just manning security for various functions.
I might pass that buck.
Do I need to drop everything to go home early? No.
But I’m always antsy to get back any chance I get.
If I hurry, I can beat the bus and have some time alone with Elena. I only have one stop to make along the way.
When I pull in the driveway, the clock in the dash tells me I have at least twenty minutes to spare.
My cock fills with every step. By the first step of the porch, it’s pressing painfully against my zipper.
Pushing open the door, the living room and kitchen are empty.
Maybe she’s downstairs?
I can surprise her.
Tiptoeing across the hardwood, it takes every ounce of willpower to keep from rushing.
But before I get to the hall, I hear her soft moan behind me.
From our room.
What the hell?
Peering through the open crack, I catch a glimpse of her bare leg moving slowly down.
Then a tangle of a sheet.
