Page 127 of Bazooka
Me:Your choice, but Iwillrail you.
I was trying to wipe the grin off my face when Jordan sauntered into the office looking… inebriated?
“Hello, losers,” he mumbled, colliding with a desk. “What’s up?”
“Hello to you, too?” I said, smirking. “You’re late. Is Luz okay?”
Jordan laughed. “Oh, everyone’s okay but me. Even Scarshit over there.”
To little or no surprise, Adam lost it and punched him in the face. Jordan punched him back. Maddox and I separated them, while Chief Bibb threatened to fire them both.
“Hey,” I said, bopping Jordan in the head. “You’re usually a normal guy. What has gotten into you?”
“Him,” Jordan growled, throwing a stapler in Adam’s direction. “He’s driving me insane.”
“He’s driving everyone insane,” I retorted, rolling my eyes. “Just like Luz is driving me insane. Is the little pest okay?”
Jordan rubbed his forehead. “How the hell should I know?”
“Well, he came to your place this morning, didn’t he?”
“No,” Jordan snorted.
Wait, what?
I grabbed him by the lapels, when Adam jumped out of his chair.
“Let go of him, asshole!”
“What do you mean he didn’t come?” I growled, glaring at Jordan.
Jordan’s eyes widened.
“Shit. He was supposed to come by, right? I forgot.”
I was about to slam him into a wall when my phone rang. When I saw the caller ID, which said “pest”, I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Where are you, Luz?” I answered the call. “And if you say anywhere else but my apartment, I will personally—”
“I can see that I have your attention, Detective Bradley.”
I froze on the spot. Everything within me just froze. I knew that voice.
“Does General Zablonsky’s son mean anything to you?” The same voice asked me.
I pulled out my gun, aimed it at the wall, and fired.
“On a good day,” I replied.
I felt hands grabbing me, keeping me in place. People around me kept telling me to calm down, trying to restrain me. The gun left my hand.
The man on the other end of the line laughed. “Well, then, maybe we have things to talk about.”
“What do you want?” I said, struggling to free myself from all those hands that were stopping me from setting the world on fire.
“I want only one thing,” Mendoza said. “And this cute boy here will help me get it.”
“What is it? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
