Slammer by Tabatha Vargo

Author:Tabatha Vargo [Vargo, Tabatha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Wicked Books, LLC
Published: 2015-08-18T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 14

LYLA

MY FOUR DAYS off were exactly what I needed to recharge. The week had been hectic and with all the new information I had swirling around my brain, I was mentally exhausted. I needed help, and I knew exactly where I needed to go to get it.

When I got out of the shower, I wrapped myself in my robe and towel dried my hair. My day wasn’t going to be pleasant, but if it meant possibly clearing Christopher’s name, then I would do it. I’d do whatever it took. Maybe I was drugged by the mere thought of him. Perhaps his kiss had sent me on a downward spiral, but I meant to find out.

Slipping on my favorite jeans, I pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of socks. As I finished running my fingers through my curly hair, I added a touch of color to my face, which I hadn’t done since I started at the prison, and sprayed on my favorite perfume.

Grabbing my purse and keys on the way out the door, I headed to the place I’d known all of my life. It was like a second home to me, and when I opened the doors of the station and stepped in, I immediately went back in time.

The scent of coffee was welcoming and the banter between the officers made me smile. Phones rang every few seconds and I took it all in, enjoying the wave of nostalgia it brought me.

I stood in the center of the police station, my eyes touching every wall and piece of furniture until I landed on the photo of my dad. There was a plaque next to his picture, a dedication from his fellow officers. Swallowing against the emotion that threatened to choke me, I closed my eyes and wished that I could hear his voice once more.

“Lyla?” a voice called from behind me.

When I turned around, Charlie, my dad’s old boss, was standing there smiling back at me. “I must be seeing things.” He chuckled.

“Hi, Mr. Charlie.” I opened my arms, and he embraced me like he used to when I was younger. He had always doted on me.

“What are you doing here, carrot top?” He pulled away, taking in how much I’d changed since I’d last seen him at my dad’s funeral. “You’re not in any trouble, are you, sweetheart?”

I shook my head. “No, sir, but I could use some help. Do you have a few seconds?”

He motioned for me to follow him to his office, and when I walked in, I took a seat in the worn leather chair he offered. Looking around his office, my eyes moved over the pictures of his history as the police chief. He even had a picture of him and my dad together, both smiling at the camera after catching a murderer.

“It’s been, what, two years since I’ve seen you? Not since your daddy’s funeral.”

“Three years.” I swallowed hard, trying not to think about the pain being in his office brought. Trying not to think of the pain of missing my dad.

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