Blue Water (The Nike Chronicles Book 1) by M.L. Bullock

Author:M.L. Bullock [Bullock, M.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2018-07-02T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven—Cruise

Crooked Heart

The fist slapping the screen door repeatedly reverberated through my head like a guitarist who knew only one note. I stumbled away from the coffeepot, the heavy set of squad room keys jangling noisily at my side. I felt like I had when I was sixteen, the day after I took a high school dare and drank a whole bottle of crappy strawberry wine. Yep, that’s how wonderful I felt right this moment. I set the cup of piping hot coffee down on the counter and shuffled to the back door, rubbing my red eyes with my knuckle.

I recognized Lucy’s black hair and pale skin right away, even without getting a good look at her face through the dingy lace curtain. “What’s up?” I was surprised to find her on my doorstep.

“Somebody broke into the Pirateer last night. Took a truckload of booze. I’m ruined if we can’t find it!”

Rubbing my hands over my face, I tried to make sense of what she was telling me. What the hell was wrong with me? “Did you call the station? Make a report?”

“Why would I do that? I’m here! Now get your ass moving and come see. This really sucks, Cruise. Do you know how much this is going to cost the bar? Geesh, I hate spring break.”

The old landline phone rang on the wall. Oh God, the noise. I raised a finger to Lucy and answered it. “Castille.”

“Hey, we’ve got a murder. You think you can be bothered to show up and help us out?”

“Murder? Who’s dead?”

“I’ve been trying to call you for an hour. Roll your ass out of bed and get down to Chaumont, on the bay side. Down by the old pool.”

“Chaumont? Is Nik okay?”

“As far as I know. Now get here!”

“On the way.” I hung up the phone with a shaking hand. What a jerk! How in the hell could he have been calling me for an hour? I’d been awake. Kind of. I grabbed my cell phone and groaned when I saw it was dead. In my drunken stupor, I’d forgotten to charge it last night. Speaking of drunken…. “What the hell was in that drink? What was it called, Witches Brew? I only took a sip and I’m still feeling it.”

“You are such a wimp. Are you coming or not? I can’t get the chief to the bar, and I want to file a report.”

“Sorry, Lucy, but you’ll have to wait. There’s been a murder. I have to head over to Chaumont.”

“Murder? Who? Are you kidding me? I can’t remember the last time someone died on this island.” She chewed the inside of her lip and stared at me.

“Don’t know who yet. Come on, I have to go. You know I can’t tell you anything about an open investigation.”

She touched her finger to my face and pulled the skin under my eye down to stare into it. “You know, you really do need to leave the booze alone. You don’t look so hot.”

“Thanks for the advice.

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