Page 76 of Life To My Flight

His skin was the color of ebony, and his hair was cut tightly to his scalp. The edges perfect.

He was extremely good looking.

He wore that uniform well.

“Uhh, thank you. I’ll just give him a call right quick, if you don’t mind,” I said as I backed away to the kitchen where I’d left my phone.

They all nodded and went back to inspecting whatever was written on my door, the knife on the floor, and the area surrounding my front porch.

I walked to my phone and dialed the number I knew by heart.

It rang five times before a husky female voice answered. “Hello?”

I hung up, knowing I had no desire to deal with Molly’s shit right then.

“Okay, well change of plans. Take it to wherever. I’ll figure it out tomorrow after I get off work,” I said as I shoved the phone into my pant’s pocket.

“No problem. It’s there when you’re ready. Can I give you a ride anywhere before we go?” The older cop asked.

I looked at the time on the stove and nodded. “Yeah, actually, if you don’t mind. I need to be getting into work here shortly. If you’ll give me about fifteen minutes to get ready, I’d appreciate it. You can make yourselves some coffee, and you’re welcome to the muffins on the counter.”

I’d made those to take to work this morning, but it seemed like a better idea for the cops that had helped me out when I most needed it.

***

Rue

“So what did your door say again?” Cody asked as I took a bite of my sandwich.

“Keep your mouth shut. Or something to that affect. I didn’t really look. It was too dark,” I said around a mouthful of food.

Cody blinked. “And you’re not the least bit worried about this?”

I shook my head. “Not really, no. I’ve had this happen before. It probably has something to do with the trial that’s coming up next month.”

He blinked again.

“You got something wrong with your eyes?” I worried.

He shook his head. “No. You’re just being really flippant about it. You nearly had someone break into your apartment last night. I’d think you’d at least call someone and tell them instead of just letting it slip out when you tell me why you didn’t bring the muffins you said you were going to bring.”

“I’d like to know that, too,” I dark, menacing voice said from behind me.

I tensed, sensing the anger in Cleo’s voice before I even turned around to look at his face.

I swallowed thickly, choking down the partially chewed piece of bread and meat like it was a rock.

I turned slowly to see Cleo standing behind us in jeans, a black shirt, and his motorcycle vest.

He had on his aviator glasses and a blue ball cap that said Life Flight on it in red embroidered letters.

It was me not being able to see his eyes that really set the tone, letting me know that he was extremely pissed off.

However, I didn’t know what for. I’d tried to call him.

Once.

Kind of.

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