Cop-Out: An Everyday Heroes World Novel (The Everyday Heroes World) by Misty Walker & KB Worlds

Author:Misty Walker & KB Worlds [Walker, Misty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: An Everyday Heroes World novel
Publisher: KB Worlds LLC
Published: 2020-09-23T23:00:00+00:00

“Unit four sixty-seven,” Liv chirps over the radio.

“Four sixty-seven, go ahead,” I reply professionally when what I really want to do is ask her if she has a sore pussy from all the fucking we did last night.

Ever since Liv told me she loved me last week, I haven’t been able to keep my hands off her. Each new step Liv and I take feels like we’re working toward forever, and nothing is sexier than feeling like she’ll be in my bed for the rest of my life.

“Four sixty-seven, I’m sending you to Green Acres Mobile Home Park, unit twenty-two. Caller reports a strange odor and people going in and out since new tenants moved in.”

“Ten-four. En route.”

“I wonder if this is the cook house we’ve been looking for,” I say.

“Could be. But with the volume we’ve been seeing, I’ll bet there’s more than one or somewhere bigger we haven’t found.” Beck turns into the trailer park.

We’re back on night shift this week, so it’s dark outside. Most of the streetlights are burned out or have been shot out. If there is a crime ridden neighborhood in Sunnyville, this is it.

I briefly wonder which unit belongs to Dad. Grandma’s funeral was the last time I saw him, and that was years ago. He said he was holding down a job and living in Green Acres, but his breath reeked of alcohol and his clothes were dirty and wrinkled, so who knows how much of what he said was the truth.

Beck slows the car to a crawl as we get closer to the unit we’re here to check out. He turns on the spotlight and aims it to the side. I roll down my window and use my flashlight to survey the area. We park in front of the unit we’re here to check out. It doesn’t look any different than the others. Trash littering the front yard, more weeds than lawn, sheets hanging over the windows in place of curtains. A complete shithole, but every trailer here is.

“The caller wasn’t lying about the smell.” My nostrils burn and my eyes water at the heavy stench of ammonia coming from the singlewide.

“Either they have fifty cats pissing all over the place, or this is our cook house.”

We step out and slowly walk to the front door, taking in our surroundings. I bang on the door with my flashlight. It’s silent inside and none of the lights are on. It doesn’t appear anyone’s home. We walk the perimeter of the unit, trying to see inside the windows, but the sheets prevent us from seeing anything but the basic shapes of furniture.

“Four sixty-seven,” I say into the radio at my shoulder.

“Four sixty-seven, go ahead,” Liv responds.

“No one’s home here. Can you find out who the owner is?”

“Copy. I’ll look that up now.”

While we wait, we walk through the yard, looking at the garbage for any other clues about what’s going on in the house.

“Four sixty-seven.” Liv’s voice comes into my earpiece.

“Dispatch, go ahead.”

“The unit is owned by a Max Marshall.

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