Page 65 of Inglorious
“What we have suffered is common knowledge.”
“I’m sorry for your losses. Everyone who stepped up and didn’t have to are heroes in my book,” Drew said.
Disturbed by the tone, I turned the conversation towards him and his career. As nice as Drew was, I didn’t want him witnessing my pain. On questioning him, I discovered Drew was single with no kids. Drew informed me of his expectations for the role, and I agreed with most. We were discussing whether he needed a uniform when the club doors opened and Inglorious entered. Noticing Drew and me, he headed straight over.
“Hey,” he muttered and dropped a claiming kiss on my lips. Well, why didn’t he whip his dick out and pee around me? When he finished, Inglorious held my gaze for a few seconds before holding his hand out to Drew.
“Inglorious.”
“Detective Drew Lemon. I’m applying for the sheriff’s position.”
“Nice. About time we got someone!”
“Willow and Fanatic sent Drew our way,” I added.
“Even better. Has Nanci explained the job package?” Inglorious asked, and I thumped his stomach.
“Of course. But as you feel the need to interfere, why don’t you take Drew over to his potential domain and show him around?” I said.
Inglorious grinned. “Sure.”
“There’re also cells incorporated there.”
“Nice. I guess it’s built along the theme of an old Wild West office and jail?” Drew asked.
“You’re going to love it,” I promised.
Drew rose to his feet. “Thanks for meeting with me.”
“I’ll leave you with Inglorious; he can answer any further questions as he wants to be nosy. I hope to hear from you, Drew. You’d be a nice addition to the team,” I said.
“One question: when would you need me to start?” Drew inquired.
“Honestly? As soon as possible. We’ve had a couple of petty thefts in the construction crew, but several days ago, our church was desecrated and graffitied. Inglorious can update you,” I replied.
Drew’s face sobered. “That would be good. Talk soon, Nanci, and thanks again for the impromptu interview.”
“You’re welcome. I hope you take the job!”
Drew nodded and then followed Inglorious from the building. Fingers crossed, we might have just got ourselves a sheriff.
Inglorious
The cop seemed alright, and he’d been impressed with the office and jail. There were eight cells out back, and he’d inquired if we really thought he’d need them all. When I replied yes, he nodded. Drew asked several questions, and I could see curiosity in his eyes about why I wasn’t president when Willow and Fanatic had said I was.
Being honest, I explained my drinking, and Drew held his hand up. He stated he didn’t judge anyone, and that was that. Drew reminded me a lot of Ramirez and Ben, and he’d impressed me. Like Nanci, I hoped that he’d take the position.
When Drew left, I headed out of town to check that the cameras on the church hadn’t been tampered with. They were set to detect motion, and alerts went to both my phone and Hercules’s. Once I was happy they were intact, I strolled back home.
As I entered the clubhouse, I spotted Sabre entering the kitchen. The guy was so silent, he should have been namedWraith. And Meadow clearly agreed. She turned with a large cook pot in her hands and jumped when she saw Sabre. Meadow threw the contents of the pot over Sabre and then dropped to the floor and cowered when she realised what she’d done.
Fuck! I hurried over to the kitchen and entered. Sabre stood stock still, his eyes latched onto Meadow. She was babbling sorry repeatedly and was clearly expecting Sabre to hit her.
“Meadow,” I said softly, and she curled up even tighter. Shit. This wasn’t good. This was a clear sign of abuse. In an effort to appear smaller, I dropped low to the ground and kept my distance.
“Meadow, it’s Inglorious, can you look at me?” I asked gently.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it!” Meadow sobbed, and my heart broke for her.
