Page 13 of Kane's Awakening
Chapter Five
Kane
Monday morning. There wasn’t enough coffee in the world to perk me up. Wellsomethingwas perked up, but after a quick jerkoff session in the shower, he was sated and left me alone.
For now.
I changed into my uniform and looked in the bathroom mirror, making sure everything was adjusted properly and in its correct place. A badge with Officer Matthews on the front of the navy blue material, the belt with my gun and other gadgets—yep, everything looked good.
I’d been on the force for a little over a year. Before I became a cop, I had to go through both physical and mental examinations to ensure I was healthy and sane enough. Once I’d been cleared, I had completed twelve weeks of basic training at the Arkansas Law Enforcement Training Academy where I’d learned defensive tactics and got my firearms qualification.
Although stressful and challenging, I loved my job. For the most part. Desk duty days fucking sucked. Hopefully, I’d be in the field that day.
Molly walked by my side as I went down the hall and to the kitchen.
My house was small and weirdly constructed—like a long, rectangular living room that connected to the kitchen with no barrier, just a change of carpet to tile. I didn’t even have room for a proper table because my kitchen was too small, and a regular sized table would prevent the pantry door from opening. So, I had one of those card tables and two plastic chairs.
But hey, it was home.
I gave Molly fresh water and filled her food bowl before squatting and giving her some goodbye sugars. She whined and pawed my arm like she always did when I was about to leave. Talk about breaking a guy’s heart.
“I love ya, girl. I’ll be back in a bit.”
I never worried about leaving her home alone. She had a doggy door that led to the fenced in backyard, so she could use the bathroom and play whenever she needed or wanted, and then come back inside if it was raining or too cold.
When I stepped outside, I was shocked it was so warm. Mother Nature must be on drugs or something because it shouldn’t have felt like spring in mid-January. I drove to the station with the windows rolled down, embracing the screwed-up weather. I preferred the warm to the cold anyway.
“Matthews,” John, my field training officer, said as I walked through the door. “You’re goin’ to be on patrols today. We’ve gotten some complaints about assholes speeding through Rena Road. Think you can manage it?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, masking the degree of my excitement.
No boring paperwork for me, suckers.
John used to ride along with me during the first year of me being there. His job had been to train and evaluate me. Basically, to make sure I didn’t fuck up and that I knew the drills and followed correct procedures. He’d occasionally still accompany me, but he’d loosened the ropes a bit and had let me do more solo jobs. FTOS normally only shadowed rookie cops for the first year of them being in the field, so he’d probably cut me loose soon.
Camping out and checking speeds of people driving by wasn’t that exciting, but it was better than staying inside.
I grabbed the keys to my squad car—number 0-9—and went out to the lot. Some of the cars had been replaced by newer models of the Charger, and if I wasn’t careful, I’d become one of thosespeeding assholesJohn bitched about.
No matter how much I’d driven it, I still felt like a super badass when I got behind the wheel. It was like I was a kid again playing those racing games on PlayStation. Except if I ran into the wall or smashed into other cars in real life, it would do more than just restart me at the last checkpoint.
Not like I knew from experience or anything.
I drove out of the lot and decided to make a quick stop at the convenience store before going to my destination. If I was going to be parked and checking speeds all day, I needed something to drink and some snacks. Preferably something mega salty.
When I entered the store, people looked my way before averting their eyes. Wearing my uniform always made people do that, and I tried not to grin. I couldn’t blame them. When I was a teenager, I’d done the same thing. Not because I was doing anything wrong, but just for the fact I’d been around an authority figure.
My size made people uneasy, too. I wasn’t body builder huge or Arnold Schwarzenegger in his younger days buff, but I knew how to fill out my uniform. That was for damn sure.
After buying some beef jerky, salted peanuts, and a large Gatorade, I got back in the car and drove toward Rena Road. The station wasn’t too far from where I needed to be, only being a couple of minutes drive. My town was small like that.
When I wanted to go clubbing or shopping, I went to the bigger city of Fort Smith, but I lived in Van Buren which was only ten minutes away. It was a smaller town with everything worth seeing all in the same area. One movie theater, a handful of gas stations, a Wal-Mart Super Center, and a few dozen fast food places and restaurants. I lived in downtown Van Buren where the historic buildings were, as well as the courthouse and a jail.
Spotting a church, I pulled into the parking lot.
Most people zoomed through the area because it was a small, two-way street in the outskirts of the main part of town. Housing was basically all that was down the road, apart from the church, a burnt down restaurant, and a pawn shop. Oh, and a shit ton of trees.
As I waited, I turned on my favorite rock station, but turned it down a little so I could still hear the scanner, just in case I got a call. Several cars passed, but not many. The ones that looked to be going over the speed limit always slowed down right before passing me, too, which probably meant I hadn’t picked the best hiding spot. But whatever.
If it kept them from speeding, I didn’t care why they slowed.
About thirty minutes in, I was bored out of my mind. And hungry. I grabbed my peanuts and tore them open before pouring some of the bag in my mouth, getting a big mouthful of salty goodness. And damn if it didn’t make me wish I had something else in my mouth. Another kind of salty nut.
I’m such a slut.
Of course, that’s when some asshole zoomed by, going about fifteen miles over the speed limit. With a mouthful of nuts, I flipped on the siren and peeled out of the spot, chasing after him.
Finally, some excitement.
