Whiskey Poison (Viktorov Bratva Book 1) by Nicole Fox

Author:Nicole Fox [Fox, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-09T16:00:00+00:00

52

TIMOFEY

“No one is here.” My voice echoes off the creaky hardwood floors and bare cinderblock walls of the CPS office. “We didn’t need to get here this early.”

Piper plants a hand on her cocked hip and glares at me. “You didn’t need to be here at all. I could have come alone.”

“No, you couldn’t have. Because I told you I was coming with you.”

She rolls her eyes. “I needed to make up hours, anyway. I am drowning in cases right now and being ‘sick’ the last couple days hasn’t helped matters. I would’ve worked overtime the last two days, too. So I did need to be here two hours early.”

Now that she mentions it, Piper’s desk is overflowing. Folders and files spill out of stackable paper sorters on the corner of her desk. She can barely wedge anything else into the pull-out drawer underneath. In comparison, the other desks in the office look tidy.

“Lots of children to kidnap, so little time.”

She huffs out a frustrated sigh. “Let me get some things in order and then I have an on-site visit.”

There’s a long bench in the back corner with a few stuffed animals and a long pillow. It’s situated next to an office with window blinds. It’s the room where kids recently removed from their parents' care sit and wait for a temporary placement.

I’ve sat there too many times to count. In that room, on that bench, or in rooms and on benches similar enough for the difference not to matter. I want nothing to do with them now.

I opt for the rolling chair of the desk across from Piper’s.

“Andrea will hate you sitting at her desk,” Piper says without looking up.

“Thankfully, we’re here in the middle of the night, so Andrea isn’t here to care.”

Piper smashes her lips into a hard line, but doesn’t respond. The silence continues for the next hour as she reads through files, organizes them into three piles I don’t know the significance of, and drops a few into the recycle bin. I watch her the whole time.

Finally, as I’m finishing the last of my coffee, she shoves a file in her purse and turns to face me.

“I have an on-site visit. You can wait here or head back to the house. I’ll meet you there when I get off later.”

I grab the keys to my motorcycle and stand up. “No need. I’ll come with you.”

“Timofey, please,” she sighs. “Whatever point you’re trying to make, you’ve made it. You have the upper hand. I’ll do what you want. I’ll play the role you want. Just let me do my job.”

“I’m so glad you’ve seen reason.”

She frowns. “Does that mean you’ll let me finish out the day on my own?”

I snap my fingers in an aw shucks motion. “Damn. Maybe you haven’t seen reason, after all.”

She levels me with a glare and stomps towards the door. I follow after her at a slow stroll. I have the keys. She isn’t going anywhere without me.

Besides, the view from back here is pleasant.

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