Beg Me(71)

“Shit, who’s transporting this stuff?” said the Sarge, a disgusted look on his face. “I mean, what the fuck, are they killing animals to use as couriers?”

“My guess is no,” I said. “You can order these things on-line, they’re shipped straight to the school. My guess is the dealer is connected to the school in some way, intercepting the cats without anyone noticing, and then stuffing them full before retrieving the goods for final retail.”

“It’s gotta be that fucking science teacher,” growled our boss. “Grimes did you say his name was?”

“Nah, it’s not Grimes,” I said confidently. “No one running a drug ring could be so dumb as to accidentally lose track of goods the way this dealer did.” And I meant it. There had to be at least 5Gs worth of pure cocaine in there.

“So it’s someone else then,” mused our boss. “Any other leads?”

“Still working on it,” I said promptly. “Give us some time, we’ll crack it Sarge,” I said confidently.

“Well speed it up, I can’t keep City Hall off our backs for much longer,” said our boss. “Two weeks max and I’ve got to say something.”

“We’ll have it solved by then,” my brother chimed with assurance. “Trust us, we have a secret weapon,” he winked.

And I knew he was referring to our girl, our lover, our everything … Callie.





CHAPTER FOURTEEN


Callie




My lovers strode in the door, confident, their pace unhurried, warm grins for me as they set down their backpacks.

“So how’d it go?” I asked anxiously. “Was someone available to talk with you? What did you think?”

Truth is, I was kind of anxious about the twins going to the precinct. On the one hand, I absolutely respected Bryan and Blake’s decision to apply to the Academy. There’s nothing sexier than a man in blue, and my lovers have the intellectual and physical chops to be police officers. But on the other, I was concerned about the danger. As rookies on the force they’d be assigned to the toughest beats, patrolling housing projects, the Tenderloin, places where random gunshots still rang out at night.

“It was great,” said Blake easily. “There were a couple guys off-duty, they were only too happy to spend a couple minutes shooting the shit about their jobs.”

“What did they say?” I asked anxiously. “Did they tell you what the hours are like, whether you’ll have a gun, all that kind of stuff?”

That’d made Bryan laugh.

“Of course we’d have guns, honey. Even SFPD doesn’t expect you to go out there unarmed, like a volunteer neighborhood watch or something. In fact,” he said, leaning forward, “Small arms weapons combat is probably going to be my favorite module.”#p#分页标题#e#

And I smiled tremulously. Again, I was happy for the boys because they were going to make an honest living doing something they clearly had the aptitude for. I just didn’t want them getting hurt.

“Okay,” I said softly. “Just so long as you’re sure.”

“Honey, we’re more than sure about entering the Academy,” said Blake confidently. “We’re perfect fits, in fact.”

“Oh, have the test results come back already?” I asked curiously. I knew the twins had sat for psychological assessments recently but hadn’t expected the results to come back so fast. Typically government bureaucracy took months, if not years.

But it seemed that last week’s results were already available.

“Yep, scored 95 and 99 percent,” said Blake, nodding at his brother with a grin. “Like I said, we’re perfect fits for our dream job.”

And my heart dropped a little. I knew they were good, I didn’t know they were great. But Blake changed the subject abruptly.

“Honey, about that Adams boy, did you know him well? I think you’d mentioned that his parents sponsored your seat right?” He was referring to the fact that I was a charity student at Canterdale, my tuition subsidized by a generous donation from an anonymous donor.

“Well, I’m not totally sure the Adams endowed my scholarship,” I said slowly. “The district never says for sure, but I thought they did because Mr. and Mrs. Adams have always made an effort to be nice to me throughout the years,” I said. “Ever since third grade, when I started in this zone,” I clarified.

“Did you pay them a visit after their son died?” Blake asked.

I hung my head with shame. After Brian passed unexpectedly from a seizure during football practice, his parents had secluded themselves and I hadn’t made an effort to reach out, to see if there was anything I could do. I felt guilty. The Adams had always been nice to me in the past, a kindly older couple who’d made sure to ask about my schoolwork, my grades, how I was doing in general. One year, I remember it was especially cold and they’d presented me with a winter jacket for Christmas.