“That’s me.”
“John Fields, I’m a new colleague of Marcus’s. He mentioned you were joining us.”
I shake his hand and detect his northern accent immediately. “Nice to meet you. I take it you’re not from around here?”
“I’m a transplant, relocated here a month ago from New Jersey.”
“Long way from home, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely, and couldn’t be happier. My wife’s a southern girl, born and bred in Carolina. She’s been homesick for years. When the opportunity for a transfer came through, I took it. Best move I’ve ever made.”
Years of training embed into my soul, and I can typically tell a scum-sucking asshole from a mile away. This guy is anything but.
“Put his drink on my tab,” I tell the bartender, this time a guy, and raise my beer to John. “Welcome to Charleston.”
He clinks his glass to mine. “Thanks. So, Marcus says you’re a cop.”
“Cop, detective, part-time paper pusher. Basically, a hybrid.”
“Man of many hats, I like it.”
“You have no idea. But I’m not complaining. You specialize in divorce law, too?” I ask, sliding my eyes between John and Marcus.
“Hell no. Too much fucking drama for me. I’m a contracts lawyer. Sometimes, I cross over to help review, but it’s rare. I stay as far away from Family Law as possible. The firm did a large diversification recently, which opened a spot for a transfer.”
Marcus joins us, right as the sound of glass shatters behind me. The three of us turn to see a man pointing angrily at the blonde bartender from earlier. One hand is on her hip, the other pointed right back at the man. She’s speaking low, which seems to aggravate him more.
“Don’t give me that shit, Camille! Pour me another drink and keep your opinions to yourself. You have one damn job, do it!”
My skin prickles when he leans over the edge, reaching for the bottle of scotch. The other guy behind the bar is there in an instant, swiping the bottle and pushing the drunk man back in his seat.
“You’ll fucking regret that, barboy. I’ll have your job!”
“Fucking dick,” Marcus hisses under his breath. “Doesn’t know when to quit.”
“What’s his story?” I don’t take my eyes off him.
“Carlton Breen, spoiled little rich boy and town socialite. Thinks he can get away with anything. Word around town is that he believes he’s untouchable. He fucked around on his fiancée, and she gave him his walking papers a few weeks ago.”
“Good decision on her part. He looks like an asshole.”
“Yes, but breaking the engagement wasn’t the gossip. It was what came after.”
“What do you mean?”
Marcus opens his mouth to answer and his jaw drops. His eyes grow wide, staring over my shoulder. The entire bar quiets, and I turn to see two women walking in with all attention on them.
They stroll in casually, hugging the hostess with smiles on their faces. I focus on the taller of the two, whose mouth is moving fast as she waves her hands in the air. The three of them laugh loudly, the sound traveling through the bar.
My eyes stay on her as she follows the hostess, still smiling wide. Her hair is the color of honey, falling to the middle of her back in large curls that sway as she walks. The body-hugging blue pants mold to her body, plastered to the curves of her hips, thighs, and calves before disappearing into spike-heeled black boots. She twists, leaning into her friend to say something, bending slightly. The instant my eyes lock on her ass, there’s a stir in the pit of my stomach.
I’ve always been an ass man, and this woman has the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. When the women disappear behind a wall, I have to consciously stop myself from leaning.
“Well, shit, things are about to get interesting,” Marcus mutters.
“What do you mean?” My attention is drawn back to him.
“That’s Emerson Baker and Maren Caine.”
“So?”
“Maren is the ex-fiancée of Carlton Breen. You can bet that was an orchestrated play. Word has it, Carlton wasn’t keen on her dissolution of the engagement. His last words to her were something along the lines that she wasn’t shit without him. That right there, the grand entrance, was the purest form of revenge. She just sent a huge fuck you message, loud and clear.”
“Jesus, Marcus, when did you become such a gossip?”
“Don’t knock it. Every divorce lawyer in this town was drooling over these nuptials. No doubt, the marriage wouldn’t have lasted a year. Her ditching him was the biggest news of the community. Like I was saying before they walked in, his shit is now plastered all over town. Rumor is he can’t touch pussy even if he pays for it.”
“I’m new in town, and even I knew this was happening,” John adds with a laugh.
“Sorry, small town gossip isn’t my style.”
“Charleston is such a mecca for crime and illegal activity. I can see how your days are buried in investigative duties.” Marcus busts my balls sarcastically, joking with John.
“Fuck you.”
“I’m pretty sure the three of us are going to get along great.” John seems to approve of our banter. “Next round on me.”
I glance at Carlton, who’s staring in the direction the women went. His face is a mix of anger and defeat. Then it hits me. “Which one was Maren?” I ask Marcus.
“The pretty blonde.”
That means Emerson was the bombshell with the perfect ass. I realize I didn’t even look at the blonde. My eyes never veered from Emerson.
“Be back.” I place my beer on the bar and go in the direction of the restrooms. When I’m out of Marcus’s view, I lean into a wall and look around for the two women. They are seated in a corner, glasses of wine in front of them, and Maren’s pointing at something on her phone screen.
Emerson starts to giggle, covering her mouth and glancing up to see if anyone’s watching. For a brief second, our eyes lock, and she gives me a small smile. My heartbeat picks up, her eyes shining the exact shade as her hair. The honey- brown glows brightly. The air around me stills as I get my first full look at her face. Too soon, she drops her attention back to Maren’s phone.
That feeling at the pit of my stomach stirs again, this time accompanied by a fiery hot sensation traveling through my veins. My body comes alive as I continue to stare at her from across the restaurant, soaking in everything I can.
Those eyes, that smile, and the musical sound of her laughter—she’s the whole package. Without a word spoken, she’s grabbed my attention and left me wanting more. I’ve never seen a woman quite like her. It’s not only her beauty but her radiance.
What the hell is wrong with me? As the thought passes through my mind, she peers up again, her gaze falling on me. Her cheeks turn pink, and she flashes another grin my way.
The waiter approaches them, breaking our eye contact, and the moment is lost.
I shake my head and force myself to walk away, the image of her smile burned into my brain.
I do one last review of the report and hit send, satisfied we’ve pretty much handed over another win for the State Attorney’s Office.
“Scott!” Captain yells from his office, heads jerking up around the room.
“He’s left for the weekend! Currently drinking a beer and preparing to shoot a ten-point tomorrow!” I shout back.
“Always a fucking comedian! Get your ass in my office before you hightail it out of here,” he grumbles.
I close down my computer and grab my things, planning to leave straight from his office. Nothing short of a national catastrophe is keeping me from the hunting camp this weekend.
I stroll into the Captain’s office without knocking and sit across from him, kicking my feet up on his desk. His face heats up as he narrows his eyes at me.
“You’re a cocky little bastard. Get your fucking feet off my desk.” He swats at my shoes, forcing them to fall.
“What’s on your mind?” I grin, enjoying
his irritation.
“Anyone else would be on their ass right now. Show some respect.”
“Okay, Captain Corny, how can I help you?” I deepen my voice and mock his name. His real name is Cornelius, but I decided in my first week, that was way too long and shortened it to Corny. He hates it, I love it, so therefore, it sticks. No one else dares to use it to his face, but since I’m an ass, I use it every chance I get.
We have a love-hate relationship. He’s former Army MP, doing several tours in the Gulf War before retiring and joining the force.
There aren’t many people I respect more than him, and he knows it. That’s where the love comes in.
Me being a smartass sets him on edge. That’s where the hate comes in.
“Tell me again why I don’t fire your ass?”
“Because I’m your favorite, and as fun as this sparring sounds, Marcus will be at my place in forty-five minutes, so I’m on a time crunch.”
“Jesus, help me.” He looks to the ceiling in prayer.
“Seriously, Cap.”
“Got a call today from the Attorney General’s Office. Something’s going on that’s got the attention of SLED. As far as they can tell, it started as petty theft then moved on to boosting cars. Now, these cars are showing up all over the state. They may want to enlist our help.”
This gets my attention, and I sit up, leaning my elbows on my knees and waiting for him to continue. SLED is the South Carolina Law Enforcement Division, similar to a state bureau of investigation. If they’re involved, it’s coming from the top.
“Told them you’re one of the best we have. One of the best I’ve ever seen.”
“Seems like a huge jump for SLED to get involved in auto theft. Do you know anything else?”
“Something is fishy. They’re putting a man on it and want us to watch for any unusual patterns or rise in theft in the area.”
“Do they think we’re amateurs? We’d do that anyway.”
“Told them the same thing. You’re taking over a special assignment. Any type of theft that comes through the station will be investigated by the unit assigned, but every report will pass your desk. I want you to review for similarities, repetitions, and anything that sticks out. You may be a grunt, but you’re a smart son of a bitch.”
I let out a short laugh and shake my head. “Not sure I’m interested in getting into bed with SLED.”
“No one’s getting in bed with anyone. You find something, come to me.”
“So, I’m going to be pushing paper for the foreseeable future?”
“Right now, everything remains the same and stays confidential. I’m not sure what we’re dealing with.”
“Basically, I’m looking for needles in haystacks?”
“I’ve got a call scheduled next week, hope to have more details then. This was a heads up. But, clear warning, if we come across something, we’ll be obligated to report it.”
I stand, my head swimming with this information. I’ve never been interested in working with SLED and purposely bypassed the application process when transitioning out of the Army. But I can’t deny a part of me is intrigued.
“Keep me updated,” I tell him, heading out.
“When are you going to invite me up to that hunting camp of yours? I understand there’s some decent deer running those woods.”
“Open invitation, old man. This is the last weekend of regulations, but the season opens back in eight months. The only requirement is you don’t shoot yourself or me. Marcus is fair game.”
His laughter roars until the door closes behind me. I smile to myself, not paying attention to anyone around as I make my way to the exit. The sound of an enraged shout stops me in my tracks.
My eyes sweep the bullpen and grow wide when they land on Emerson Baker, who is in the face of a uniformed officer, stabbing her finger in his chest as she rants.
I stare at the woman whose face has flashed through my mind more times than I can count the last few days. Today, she’s more casual in jeans and a white sweater. Her hair’s swept on top of her head in a high bun, exposing the creamy skin of her neck and chest. I take a second to appreciate the view, watching her face turn pink as she yells at Oliver.
“It was him! I know it. You need to get your butt to his office, arrest him, and tell that ass I’m pressing charges. He’s going to pay for this.”
“Em, that’s not how this works. You know that.”
“Ollie, if you don’t take care of this, I’m going to take it to your boss!”
Ollie?
Oliver’s face heats up at the nickname, and he twists around to see who heard. There are a few snickers, including my own.
Oliver is a beast of a man, towering over Emerson with at least eighty pounds on her. He demands respect when he walks into a room from his size alone. Any man with sense would be smart not to bait him. Obviously, she has no fear.
Similar to the other night at the bar, all eyes are on her and she’s oblivious to the attention.
I check my watch and see that I’m already late, but Marcus will have to wait. Without a second thought, my feet start moving, taking me to where they are standing. Her fingers are still jabbing his chest while she glares at him.
“What’s happening here?” I direct my question to Oliver first.
“What’s happening is that asshole keyed my car the other night. My beautiful baby. The shop says it’ll take three thousand dollars to do a full paint job, and I want to press charges.”
Three thousand dollars to fix a key job? Anger starts to simmer inside; someone’s taking advantage of her.
“I told you I’ll look into it when I have some time, Emerson. The law can’t walk in and accuse and arrest someone. Have some sense.” Oliver lowers her hand from his chest and holds it between them. It doesn’t go unnoticed to me that he doesn’t let go.
The anger stirring inside ricochets up a notch seeing him holding her hand. At the same time, the feeling from the other night rolls in my gut. I watch for any sign of affection, wondering if these two have something going on, but my question is answered when she yanks her hand from his and turns her full body toward me.
Her face is flushed, there are splotches on her neck, and the small vein on her forehead is popping out. The honey-brown glow from the other night has been replaced with a blazing inferno in her eyes. There’s a flash of something that crosses her face the second her eyes hit mine.
“Who are you?” My chest spasms at the small sound of her breath hitching.
“This is Walker Scott. He’s a detective on the force,” Oliver answers for me.
Irritation sparks, but I don’t break my stare. In a split second, her eyes go from heated to sparkling.
“Awesome!” She bounces, her lips splitting into a smile. “A detective! You can help me!”
“I can help you wha—”
“Em, he investigates crime, not petty vandalism,” Oliver interrupts again, and this time I slice my eyes to him, signaling I’m not happy about the double interruption.
“Petty vandalism? You wait until I tell your mama you aren’t taking me seriously. She’s going to be miffed, Ollie.”
“How many times do I have to tell you, my name is Oliver at the station,” he mutters.
She shoots him another nasty look and then turns her attention back to me. “Hi, I’m Emerson Baker, and I’m here to report a van-da-lism.” She emphasizes the word while extending her hand to mine.
When I grasp her hand, a small tingle travels up my arm. Our eyes drop to our joined hands, and I know she feels it, too. Neither of us lets go until Oliver clears his throat.
“Em, if you actually want to report this, let’s sit down, and you give me the details without screaming.” He tries to appease her.
“Humph! You won’t take me seriously.”
His head falls in frustration, and I decide to intervene. “I’m on my way out. Let’s take a look at your car, and you can explain what’s going on.”
“Thank you
, Walker. Nice to know the law enforcement in this town takes its citizens seriously!” She smiles triumphantly and spins on her heel, but not before giving Oliver one last evil glare and storming away.
My eyes immediately go to her ass, appreciating the view of her swaying away in her jeans.
“I’ll handle this,” I tell him and follow, trying not to growl at his stare, which is also on her ass.
When I get outside, I find her standing beside a bright red Audi S5. Even from the distance, it’s obvious the sports car is scratched to hell.
She’s staring at her driver side door, where the word bitch is keyed perfectly all the way to the metal.
“Shit,” is all I can say.
“It’s like this all the way around. He was brutal.”
“You know who did this?”
“Carlton Breen. He blames me for his failed engagement.”
The asshole from the bar pops into my head. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“That’s a big accusation. Did you see him do it?”
“You’re not from around here, are you?”
“Grew up close but went away for a long time. Been back close to a year.”
“I’ll break it down for you. My best friend, Maren, was set to marry that fiddle-dick. She found out he was cheating on her forever, with people we knew. She broke it off. He blames me, saying I’m a bad influence and it was my fault. He can’t stand the fact he was caught.”
I cross my arms, curious how she fits into this. “Why would he blame you?”
“Because I’ve hated him since college and took every opportunity to try to open Maren’s eyes. She finally wised up on her own, but he can’t stomach the fact that she is better off without him. Hence, he’s punishing me.”
“Punishing?”
“Yeah, the other night, we went out to dinner, and he happened to be at the bar. He was drunk, and before the night was over, he came to our table and caused a scene. He was escorted out. When Maren and I got to my car, this is what we found.”
I walk around the entire vehicle, snapping a few pictures on my phone. Now, I understand why it’s going to take so much money. The whole car will need to be repainted.
“A few of those guys in the station went to school with me. Some of them like to refer to me as dramatic. I prefer passionate. This car is my baby, and everyone knows it. This is Carlton’s way of getting back at me.”
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