Page 70 of Amore
“Okay, well, I better get going so I can head back with our dinner. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
We hung up, and I took one more look around my apartment before leaving and locking the door. I made my way to my Mustang, thankful I’d had my keys on me while in Canada because otherwise I wasn’t certain I would still have a car. Since the person had taken my guns, they would probably have taken my car too. Frankie’s vehicle was at her house in her garage, and we needed to get it in the coming weeks before the close of escrow.
As I drove to my precinct, I thought about Frankie. It had been a whirlwind since reconnecting with her, the start of nightmare after nightmare, and it fucking sucked. My entire life, I’d wanted nothing but to be with her, and now that we were together, it felt as though the universe was trying to rip us apart.
Pulling into the station, I parked and made my way into the concrete building, waving at my fellow officers, and headed toward Captain Hansen’s office. He looked up from what he was writing as I walked through his doorway.
“Captain,” I greeted.
“Davenport. Didn’t expect to see you. Is your detail over with?”
“No.” I shook my head, but then it occurred to me I wasn’t sure if or when it would be over. Frankie and I had never discussed it other than me being her bodyguard in Canada, but now that we were back, would she still need me? “Not yet.”
“All right, then what brings you by?”
I closed his door. “I need to tell you some things.”
He set his pen down and cocked his head to the side slightly. “Okay …?”
I didn’t think he would know about the break-in at my apartment because the detectives that had jurisdiction were from a different precinct than the one I worked for. So, I took a seat and told him about the break-in at my apartment and how I felt it might be connected to Frankie’s attacker.
“However”—I took another breath—“it might not be Clark.”
“Who do you think it could be?” Hansen asked.
I turned and looked out the glass window at my fellow officers. They were sitting at desks or standing around talking about cases. Not seeing Candace, I looked back at Hansen. “It’s possible it could be Officer Beckett.”
He blinked. “Officer Beckett?”
I nodded.
“How so?”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “Well … We were kinda … dating.”
Hansen’s eyes widened. “Dating?” I bobbed my head again. “For how long?”
“A few months, which I know is frowned upon.”
“If I report this, both of you will be suspended.”
“I understand.”
He blew out a breath and paused for a moment. “You know, it’s not her first time.”
I balked. “What?”
“Her partner before you.”
My mouth fell open. “Seriously?”
“I can’t get into specifics, but since it’s not her first time, I’m more than likely going to have to suspend and write her up, as well as you.”
“Okay, but how does that work with my detail for Frankie Borelli?”
“You’ll be suspended when you come back.”
