Page 27 of Yolo

The new gang leader also seemed to have a moral compass, because since he’d taken over, no cops, women or children had been hurt.

Unless it came to me, apparently.

I was a cop he didn’t care if he took out.

And if he was okay taking me out, it meant he was probably okay with taking her out.

And that would not happen.

Not ever.

“Thanks, Mission,” I said as I offered him my hand.

He shook it and went back to his desk when the phone rang.

Instead of going up to my apartment, I went outside and placed the phone to my ear after searching up the contact I wanted.

“Boss treating you okay, kid?” the man asked the moment he answered.

I smiled. “Boss is being a good boy, yes.”

“I can’t believe you kept the Boss. I told my kid she was crazy for calling him that, yet you kept it.” He laughed.

“Couldn’t very well change it when he was already called Boss for the first year of his life,” I pointed out to the man that answered. “You got a minute to talk?”

“Sure do,” Killian Spurlock, also known as Trance to his motorcycle club friends, answered. “What’s up?”

Trance was a police officer himself, and he trained K-9s for all kinds of jobs. He’d started out training police K-9s and had branched out to search and rescue as well as working dogs that serviced a whole shit ton of medical issues.

According to him, he’d branched out when his retired K-9 had helped his handicapped wife when needed, and he’d made it his mission to train his K-9 officer flunkies.

I explained the situation at hand to him in depth, and he made a humming sound.

“What the fuck?” he asked. “They just left her there?”

Anger still boiled in my gut at the memories of finding her there, scared and hurt, in the middle of a trail with a steep drop off on the other side of her.

“They just left her,” I confirmed. “Doctors said had she gotten immediate care, she’d have probably been fine. But the brain bleed caused pressure on the nerves to her eyes, causing her to lose her eyesight.”

“Fuckin’ a,” he cursed. “My wife had a TBI, too, and had almost the same thing happen to her. She lost sight, mostly. But she was able to get it back after a long time. Is there a possibility…”

“No,” I said. “Blood loss to her eyes caused them to degrade. Her eyes are still there and all, but there’s not ever going to be a possibility of her getting her eyesight back.”

“I have a couple of flunkies that I moved to the seeing-eye dog program lately.” Trance switched to work mode. “If you’re interested, come check them out.”

“She’s proud,” I said. “She won’t take a handout. Have you been working with the insurance agencies on them?”

“Sure have,” he answered. “Definitely, we can make this work.”

Thank Christ.

“I’ll get her there,” I said. “When and where?”

He rattled off an address, then a time.

“See you then.”

I pulled the hat down low over my forehead, pulled the hoodie up over my hat, and tugged the sleeves down so that no skin was showing.

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