Page 28 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Full gear. You know how Curtis likes to play.”
Curtis is a piece of shit. We’ve never been able to prove that he’s forcing his girls to work, but we all know that’s what he’s doing. I can’t wait to arrest the guy.
“He’s the distributor?”
Trev shakes his head. “He’s the supplier. Sneaky is his minion. Sang like a sparrow about an hour ago.”
I open the hatch and reach for my vest. Hayden grabs the spare one and straps it on. We’re in civilian clothes, but one of the officers hands us spare duty belts that are fully equipped. Once we’re geared up, we walk to where Trev stands. Thirteen officers surround the sergeant.
Trev’s gaze flits around the group. “I need focus and precision. We’ve done this a dozen times, but all it takes is one fuck up to lose someone.”
Being in law is like being in the military. Camaraderie is the only way you make it through. We’ve all been through shit, some more than others. I’d feel better if Avi were here; he’s the best shot on the force. He’s not ready to be back in the field though. He may never be.
“Follow the book. Everything has to be clean. No fuck ups or Curtis will be out in less than twenty-four hours. Tonight is our chance to get him for real.”
We’ve been trying for years.
I side-eye Hayden. His face is clear of whatever troubled him before, and he’s checking his duty belt, making sure he has everything he needs.
Good.
He can’t let an omega mess with his head tonight.
