Page 3 of Freeing Hawk
“What’s wrong?”
“Baby is not impressed with me right now.” She replied breathily.
“You’re not in labour, are you?”
“No.” She replied. “Not yet, thankfully.”
“I’ll look into it.” I promised her. “Let me call you when I know something.”
I encouraged her a little more then hung up. The first thing I did was call Kingston. His phone didn’t even ring—it went straight to his voicemail. I couldn’t even leave a message because the voicemail was full.
Red flag numbers one and two.
No matter what Kingston was doing, he’d always pick up for two people—myself and Mia.
Kingston had been missing two days and even if he would play hooky from work, he’d never go that long without speaking with Mia. She was everything to him especially after they found out she was pregnant. He’d stopped going deep cover to protect his family—then why vanish for two days?
During the days, he’d call her numerous times, just to check in on her, to tell her he loved her.
Being gone two days was another red flag.
It disappointed me that the station didn’t seem to be given this more credence than they were.
Sleep was already to the back of my mind as I climbed out of bed. Getting dressed, I was already trying to work out what I needed to do. Stopping only to grab my phone, gun and badge, I tossed myself behind the wheel of my truck.
The streets were still quiet. The sky still dark and the doomsday scenarios in my head were abound with energy.
By the time I pulled into a spot at the station, scanned my way through security and stepped through the doors, my adrenaline was pumping.
“Hawk.” A familiar voice called. “You aren’t due back until the end of the week.”
“Cap’n.” I greeted my commanding officer. “Was anyone going to tell me King’s missing? Why did I have to get a frantic call from his wife? And why is she telling me that no one here is treating her with respect? Is that the place we are now? The place where abandon the spouses of those we work with? Where we make them feel like they’re crazy.”
“You’re overreacting.”
“Overreacting?” I snapped. “My partner has been missing two days leaving his very pregnant wife behind and you aren’t worried in the least. No wonder she feels like y’all are fucking useless.”
“Keep your voice down.”
“You want me to keep my voice down?” I snapped, anger pulsing through me. “I expected people around here to not give a damn if I went missing. But King? He’d be the first person on board to help save any one of your asses!” I stressed my point to looking around, pointing at people, ensuring they all knew how raging I was. “Y’all should be ashamed.”
“Hawk.” Captain Heron barked.
A few of the cops around smirked. It was as if they thought because the captain raised his voice, I would be properly put in my place. But none of them had taken the time to get to know me. They didn’t understand that I would body him into the glass wall with zero regrets.
I held one of the smirkers’ gaze. “I said what I said!” I growled.
“Hawk!”
“Don’t call me that again.” I swung to face my captain, stepping in close. “That name is reserved for people who know what friendship means, who knows that loyalty means.”
“I know you’re angry.”
“Oh—angry? You think I’m angry?” I scoffed. “No, you don’t understand. That word doesn’t even begin to cover what I’m feeling right now.”
“Look, I get it.” The captain told me. “But having a baby can be stressful. He could’ve just gone off somewhere to clear his head.”
“You’re cop!” I snapped. “You know better.”
