Bhodi⛓
Rubbing my eyes, I stare at the multiple statements from last night’s homicide investigation. My stomach turns as I take a sip of my fourth coffee. Whoever made this needs to be fucking shot. It’s burnt and tastes like shit. Launching the cup into the bin, I glimpse the clock on the wall.
08:00am, thank fuck.
I’ve been on this now for twelve hours and have achieved fuck all. I left two messages on Summer’s phone regarding an interview and sent LAPD officers to her mother’s residence, but a neighbor informed them they had all gone on a vacation. For some reason, her phone was off by the time I called. I can only hope she already knows about her father.
Feeling my eyes begin to let me down, I pick up my badge and keys. Feeling the brisk morning air hit me as I leave the precinct, I head for my car.
I can’t get fuck all done if I’m exhausted.
Sticking the key into the ignition, I listen as the car roars to life. Before I can even pull out of the parking lot, my phone rings. Quickly glancing down at the screen, I groan. Hitting answer, I bring the car to a stop before lifting the phone to my ear.
“Strode,” I grumble, hearing a slight chuckle down the line. Watching the lucky victims of the parking lot make their escape.
“Summer Harper called the precinct; she’s coming in at midday for an interview.” My ears prick up slightly at the thought of meeting Summer in person.
“I’ll be back in ten, I need a fucking decent breakfast first.” Throwing my phone back down, I pull out onto the busy city street.