Page 7 of Sins or Secrets
Logan
Hey Lieutenant Gorgeous.
It's Friday night.Your place or mine later?
Monica x
God, I hate Fridays.
The last few weeks I've hated them more than ever because one thing or another sends me in a direction I don't want togo.
I either end up at the bar, in a fight if I'm working, or balls deep in a woman I don't want to bein.
I bite down hard on my back teeth, mentally kicking myself as I scan over Monica’stext.
This is what happens when I losecontrol.Women like her,whoare usually for fun, start getting the wrong idea or too attached.It’s my fault though. I’m the one who keeps going back for more.As if sex can truly help me escape from my problems.It works in the moment. But just for the moment, then I remember all the shit I should have forgotten about long ago.
I’m like a fucking addict seeking respite from reality by losing himself in things that will come back to screw with you.
I shove my phone back in my pocket and continue making my way through the bustle of the precinct to Ethan’s office.
It’s the usual kind of busy for a police station with officers booking in perps and others taking statements.
There are support staff on the phones and my favorite kind of idiots who think it’s a good idea to stare me down as I walk by.They’re not sure if I’m a cop in plain clothes or something else.
I’ve always gotten that look from guys looking for trouble.More so since I retired from the marines.I think it’s how I learned to carry myself.It’s called the confident badass don’t fuck with me look which often works quite well.It’s working now with the meathead motorcycle club wannabe with a mullet and a long beard who clocked on to me the second I walked in.
One hardened look before I turn down the next corridor and he looks away, defeated from my alpha stare.
I smile to myself briefly.
I’m not a marine anymore, but it feels good to uphold the badass image and attitude.
One shot to my hip and my back ended my military career.
I served for nearly nine years, so I had a good run of the adventure I dreamed of as a boy, and I did a lot in that time by way of accomplishments.
I got to lieutenant and earned my stripes two years before I left.
What I am now is an extension of that.Last year I opened Savage Private Investigations, my own P.I. consultancy.It felt good to open my own business like my father did with his accountancy firm.
It was my oyster to expand and take into the next phase of my life.It also kept me going, pretty much like how I was back in Afghanistan.
God knows I’m happy for the distraction of being busy all the time.I think I’d go crazy otherwise, especially in light of recent events.
Ethan’s door is open, and I can hear him talking.When I get closer, I see he’s sitting behind his desk on the phone.
He gives me a nod when he sees me and I walk in and sink into the chair opposite him.He has the kind of job I wouldn’t mind having if I were a cop.He’s a detective who runs his own team and works on homicide and drug related cases.
Like my other friends, Ethan and I have known each other since we were kids.Right from elementary school.We met Bryce and Denver in high school.Of the group, I consider Ethan to be my best friend because we’ve always been close.
Sometimes that closeness hasn’t always bode well for me.He’s always the first person to know when something’s up with me, and I’m the closed book kind of guy who’d rather keep my troubles bottled in until I have to talk about it.
He knew I’d take Lilly’s death hard, but he also knew it would be for more than one reason.
Ethan finishes up on the phone and runs a hand through his thick black hair.“Jesus Christ Logan, remind me why I do this job again,” he scoffs, shaking his head.
I chuckle. “The money’s good and on the rare occasion you get to pretend you’re Bruce Willis and have your Die Hard with a Vengeance moment.”
