Page 63 of Icy Cold Death

Pass.

Yeah, this wasn’t going to be a good thing.

Call it a hunch.

As for him, he was immediately on edge regarding the whole thing.

Why?

Detective Jon Wilkes was months from retirement and a really good service record—minus a few whiny women who couldn’t take the heat on the police force.

On top of that, he was tired of cold nights where they pulled bloated bodies from water.

This wasn’t his first.

Hopefully, it would be his last, and it wouldn’t end up a cold case. His record was all about solving cases, even if he sometimes had to break a few eggs to make that omelet.

Sue him.

His job was to get to the answers, not hold hands and sing hippy shit on the way there.

Beside him, his partner, Detective Genesis Manning was trying to get more information from the CSIs, and he let her. Of all the women he had to work with, she was the most annoying of them all.

She liked to do things by the book, and he wasn’t a regulations kind of a guy. He’d lean hard on a suspect, and she actually let them talk as she listened like a kindergarten teacher.

That got cops nowhere.

He believed her service record was a bunch of bullshit, fabricated because her father had been on the force.

Nepotism was real, and that pissed him off.

So, he pushed her harder than any of the other women he had been forced to work with, and that was on their captain, not him.

A guy had to do what a guy had to do.

If Princess Lollipop didn’t like it, she wasn’t meant to be part of the boy’s club.

Pretty and cop were not synonymous.

Because he hated dealing with the ME and his techs, he let Detective Genesis Manning play patty cake with them.

She was such a girl.

Focusing on the tech, he let the man break down what they had.

“We definitely have a body,” Garrett Sena offered. “We’ll have her out as soon as we can, and then, we can give you more. The ME is coming, but this one looks to have been in the water a few months. Her eyes are gone, her appendages are badly damaged, and ID….”

Well, that was annoying.

The whole time, Jon scowled.

“How long?” he asked, cutting the man off to get to the point. It was dark, cold, and he wasn’t in the mood to pull this kind of case.

They weren’t going to find a killer, unless it was one of those four women.

She’d been dumped a while ago for that kind of decomposition. The last time they’d had missing women, those had been his cases.

With his luck, this would be one of the women.

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