Page 1 of Brek's Obsession
Chapter 1
Brek
Going through life with everything handed to you on a silver platter was some people’s definition of a good life. But to Brek, it was boring.
He had great parents, a lovely home, and a good job. One that he loved and was grateful for.
He just went through the motions, doing his job, spending time with his friends and seeing his parents. It was the same day after day, feeling as though he's not really living. He had no one special to share his life with. He still never found that spark.
Growing up in a small town didn’t leave many options for dating. Brek had seen all the women that this town had to offer, and he didn’t want any of it.
He had dated a little in high school, because his mom set him up on a few. He never went further than a kiss on the cheek, or even a simple, “Have a nice night.” Just to let them down easy, and to avoid making a scene.
The girls were all the same, and only wanted one thing from him, his bank account. His family had money, coming from old oil money. And everyone in town knew this. It wasn’t a secret.
Especially since his father was the mayor of their town and had been for many years.
That in and of itself made the girls flock to him. He didn’t give them the time of day, and most of the girls were not happy about that.
They just didn’t do anything for him. Though they all had offered. Many had slipped him their numbers over the years, had whispered dirty things in his ears, told him all manner of things they could do to him, and he hated that. Hated knowing that they would do anything to get on his good side. No. Not his good side, to get in his pants. Thinking that would be the quickest way to his money.
He had saved himself for that reason and several others. But the biggest and most important reason was he wanted to finally feel the spark. To have his body come alive, and so far, not a single woman had made his body react. He never felt anything toward anyone.
So he threw himself into his job, and volunteer work in town. Anything he could do to keep himself occupied and not dwell on his unhappiness in not finding his one yet.
In high school, he was the starting pitcher for their baseball team. Many colleges came to scout him, and when he went to college, he also played baseball.
It helped with his loneliness, with the aching feeling in his chest that only grew with each passing day. But one thing that didn’t help was the girls that threw themselves at him constantly. He didn’t like it in high school, and he didn’t like it now.
Again, they only saw what he could give them. His father may have lots of money and would have helped pay for his college tuition had he asked, or had he not gotten a scholarship, but he'd gotten there on his own hard work. He, as well as his parents, were proud of his hard work, and not just in baseball. He was also the top of his class and graduated with a bachelor’s in political science. Wanting one day to be like his father.
He was grateful that his parents were very accepting and let him choose his own path.
But he wanted to wait until later to follow in his father's footsteps. After college, when he came back home, he still wasn’t happy with his life and he noticed the lack of good policemen in their town. One’s that actually gave a shit.
Not that there was much to give a shit about, but he still needed to try.
And it bolstered him. Made him want to change that. So, he did.
He went to the police academy and graduated at the top of his class once again and with many job offers waiting for him when he left. But he didn’t want just any job. He wanted the job he had worked for. He applied for the police chief’s job here in town, and he had gotten it.
And that was the end of that. He had been chief of police for two years and he was happy with his job.
It wasn’t busy all the time. Aside from the normal speeding tickets, or traffic violations, nothing major ever happened in their small town. They did occasionally get noise complaints from some of the older folks or calls from someone needing help to find their lost pet. The citizens always found a reason to call on their police chief and he would do what he could to help.
But lately, the last few months, they had a string of burglaries that rocked their small town.
Brek didn’t know what to think, as most of the time no one had known that someone had broken into their house, nor did they realize right away they had been stolen from.
The burglar was smart. He had a certain M.O. and didn’t deviate. At least so far. He would go into someone’s house right after they left for the day.
He wouldn’t take big things from their houses, in fact, only took small things. Stuff that would inconvenience the homeowners.
Brek was always puzzled when he would leave the laptops, the T.V. or the I pads and grab a pot or pan, some towels, or once he took someone’s bed sheets, right off the bed.
Brek and his deputy, Trace, hadn't known what to think then. And since they were such a small town, they didn’t have a lab to run fingerprints or the equipment for it.
Not that any fingerprints had been left. It was strange, but he was always very careful, never breaking anything, not even the doorknob.
