9. Jamison
Watching Elle Walk out, I had many thoughts running through my mind.
The missing person case filed was one. Jake Cunningham’s parents filed a report with the Gracefield missing persons unit three days ago. They believed Jock Blessing had something to do with the disappearance of their son. They claimed Jock hated Jake for marrying Elle, and that was the reason their son had vanished. They had no proof, written or otherwise that Elle’s dad hated him. Hear say was not evidence and that’s all they had. Only what Jake had told them. Father’s all over the world disliked their daughters’ spouses. That didn’t make them killers.
I was not a rookie cop. Fifteen years on the force, five of those in missing persons. I’d done my homework on Jake before arriving in Blessings. Spoken to his former school mates, work colleagues. Not many of them had good things to say about him, especially the females I questioned. The consensus I got was Jake was a grade A prick, a habitual weed user and a pissant lying bastard. Fuck, if I had a daughter, I wouldn’t want her to marry him either. What Elle Blessing saw in him I had no idea, but that wasn’t my job to figure out. I was here for one reason and one reason only. Find Jake Cunningham.
The other problem I had was one I never saw coming. Never expected and didn’t want.
The gorgeous blonde named Gisele. The minute she stalked up to me, her dainty hands on her curvy hips, her pretty blue eyes glaring daggers at me, shouting at me for arresting her father, I was a goner. My dick sprung to life like it was the first time I ever got a boner. Her hair was long and blonde and had soft natural curls, and damn it looked like silk and for a few seconds I found myself wanting to reach out and run my fingers through it to prove my theory. Right there, with her dad in cuffs and her little girl!
Her daughter. Miracle. She was the spitting image of her mum, except for her brown eyes. Gisele, her sisters and mother all had blue eyes, but little Mircle had eyes the same colour of melted chocolate. I easily and quickly deduced she had some kind of speech problem. She used sign language at the scene, but no one signed back to her. Not deaf, but what I was yet to find out.
The whole Blessing family was nuts. The women ruled the roost, that much I knew. Their crazy was a whole other level, the cop in me was telling me to get this case done and get out of town ASAP. The last thing I needed in my life was a crazy sexy blonde dragging me around by my dick. Yet, there was something about her I couldn’t walk away from. Not yet, not until I had some more time getting to know her, and her nut job family.
God damn what the hell was I thinking. I needed to get back to Gracefield. My dog Optimus was being looked after by my cousin Emily, but she was only having him for the week. She was leaving for a two-month holiday to England and seeing as she was the only family member willing to look after my psychotic Pug I was on a fine deadline.
Climbing stiffly to my feet because the chairs in the office were shit and fucking old. I gathered up my files and stuffed them into my duffle bag gave the room a quick glaze over in case I left something then switched off the light and closed the door behind me.
Looks like I had to make a stop at The Gold Mine pub for some fucking expensive whiskey.
Mind already made up to accept Elle’s off hand invite to join her family for dinner.
I had no choice, I had to see Gisele again.