Playing With Fire- A Magical Romantic Comedy (With a Body Count) by R J Blain

Author:R J Blain [Blain, R J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy, Fiction, Humorous, urban fantasy, Paranormal, romantic comedy
Google: IzdxDwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B01MYDYKD0
Publisher: Pen & Page Publishing
Published: 2017-01-30T00:00:00+00:00

Until my first sip of police station coffee, I hadn’t considered myself a coffee snob. “What is this sludge? Am I drinking sewage? Who made this? What decade was this made in?”

Perky leaned against the doorway into the break room and pointed at Quinn. “He did. It’s the station rule. Whoever walks into the break room when there’s only one cup left has to make the new pot. You were stealing my stale chips while he was making the coffee.”

How had stale chips become a part of my diet, anyway? I leveled my best glare at Quinn. “The angels couldn’t kill me, so you’re trying to finish me off, aren’t you?”

“Think you can do better?”

Every single cop turned and stared at the police chief. I arched a brow. “Raise your hand if you think the barista with more than ten years of experience making you dipshits coffee can do better than Chief Quinn.”

Perky raised his hand. “This dipshit thinks Gardener made the best coffee in Manhattan. I cried when you stopped making coffee I could buy.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Perky?”

“It’s the truth. Even Chief Quinn liked your coffee so much he had to have it at least three times a week or he complained.”

“Perkins!”

“I’m only telling the truth, sir. The woman’s a coffee goddess.”

“Don’t you have work to do, Perkins?”

Perky made a show of checking his watch. “Oh, look at that. I have some reports to file. Please be the first person to walk into the break room when there’s only one cup left, Gardener. Please.”

Since killing a law enforcement officer would land me in jail, I turned my wrath in the direction of the coffee maker. “You bought that at a discount store for less than ten bucks, didn’t you?”

Taking a sip of his coffee, Quinn gave the white plastic machine a pat. “Don’t you be mean to Suzy. She treats us real good.”

Several cops in the main room whimpered, and I suspected a few of them cried. How could I be mean to so many heartbroken adults at one time? Even I couldn’t do it. It was worse than kicking a puppy.

“I’m going to need a ride to the bank and a trip to a restaurant supply store.” I guzzled down my cup of crap coffee, shuddered, and left the break room. “I’m also going to need a strong man willing to sacrifice his body for the sake of good coffee. Volunteers?”

Every cop in the place, even the women, raised their hands with the exception of one cranky-looking Chief Quinn.

“What do you think you’re doing, Gardener?”

“I’m kidnapping at least one cop, possibly more, so I can have good coffee. Some cheap bastard put the world’s worst coffee machine in this place, and I will not stand for it. Leave me alone, Chief Quinn. You have committed crimes against coffee in this station. Don’t you have work to do?”

“You need to call the CDC, remember? There’s nothing wrong with Suzy.”

“As soon as I’m back,

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