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Loves,

Adrienne

 

 

 


Everything’s Not Always as It Seems’

 

 


Alright Syn, don’t waste
my fucking time. Let’s see what you got.”

Syn turned and looked at his hopefully
future Lieutenant. God’s gruff voice could really intimidate a man.
Add in the guy’s build and tattoos, and he intimidated most men ...
but Syn wasn’t most men.

He’d put in for an immediate transfer
from his precinct in Philadelphia when he heard a vacancy opened up
on the most notorious task force in the Eastern U.S. A task force
headed up by Lieutenant Cashel Godfrey – known as God, and
Lieutenant Leonidis Day. A quick-witted snarky bastard who wasn’t
afraid to cut you to the quick if you got in his face. The dynamic
duo were both promoted to the rank of Lieutenant a couple years ago
after having been Detectives for only five years. Being promoted so
quickly had been unheard of – before they were recruited by the
Mayor of Atlanta to head up their own task force made up of some of
the toughest SOBs this side of the Mississippi. The new rules for
God and Day were the same as before ... there were none.

Lieutenant Day was on one side of the
bolt-locked door, a sarcastic smirk already on his face, his two
chrome 9mm handguns pointed down at the rickety porch. God was on
the opposite side of the door, his broad back against the house’s
red brick siding, his twin gold-toned Desert Eagles cocked and
ready to fire. Syn took one final look behind him and saw Detective
Ronowski at his six ready his shotgun. Syn gave him a quick nod.
Everything was a go.

Syn steeled his spine, reared back,
braced his weight on his back leg and raised his right boot in one
swift motion and shattered the thin wood surrounding the doorknob.
“Atlanta PD! Atlanta PD!” Syn yelled as he moved inside the small
townhome, eyes forward but mindful of any movement in his
periphery. God and Day were inside now and Syn watched them kick
tables and chairs out of their path, making their way through the
narrow hall that led to what looked like a couple of bedrooms and a
small bath. After Syn shouted a couple of ‘clears’ for the living
room and the kitchen, Ronowski quickly began rummaging through
couch cushions, feeling underneath tables and knocking at areas on
the wall, listening for hollow sounds. Drug dealers were known for
concealing drugs, money, and guns behind drywall.


Atlanta PD let me see
your hands, now!” Day’s command floated out to Syn as he made his
way back to the front of the house. He saw Day leading out a man
who looked to be in his early thirties. He was shirtless and his
hair was matted to one side of his head like he’d been sleeping.
His hands were secured behind his back with a zip-tie. Day threw
him on the ratty plaid sofa and God’s look dared him to try to get
up.


I guess you’re not going
to read me my rights. Fucking filthy cops. I heard you been asking
around about me, God. I heard some other shit too.”


Maybe I should fix it so
you don’t hear anything else,” God growled.

Syn watched God yank his twelve inch
serrated blade from its sheath tucked underneath his left arm. He
masterfully flipped the blade over his hand once like something
you’d see in a Jet Li film and used his other hand to get a painful
grip on the top of his suspect’s ear.

The suspect became still and very
quiet as the tip of the blade skated lightly across the side of his
face and stopped at his earlobe.


Chill the fuck out, God,”
the man hissed.


What else did you hear,
Goose?” God asked in a low voice.


Nothing man! Nothing,
alright!”

Syn saw God look him in the eye and he
made sure his poker face was in place. Syn had read the entire file
on this drug dealing trash over the last two days. Their suspect,
Greg ‘Goose’ Jenkins, had taken over his uncle’s illegal business
after Day and God had gotten him locked up for twenty years. The
men on their team had secured enough surveillance on Goose to
conduct a legal search and get a solid conviction if they found
drugs, cash or guns in the home.

After God tucked his knife away, Goose
spat on the floor and leveled each of them with a hateful look.
“Where’s the warrant, God? Your boy is back there tearing up my
goddamn house, let me see the fucking warrant.”

Syn kept his eyes on the suspect, but
the man’s comments were raising Syn’s hackles. Shouldn’t they be
calling this in by now? What were Ronowski and Day doing back
there?

Syn was on the task force on a trial
basis. He needed to prove he could follow orders, anticipate the
need to act, and work efficiently as part of the team; but also
show he was ruthless and dangerous ... just like all the other team
members. He’d heard stories that these guys were badasses. So was
Syn. He wanted to climb the departmental ranks, and being on God
and Day’s task force was a sure way to get his name recognized and
get out from under his father’s legacy to make his own.

God pulled one of the dining room
chairs into the room, turned it around and straddled it. He stared
at Syn, those green eyes drilling into him, but he didn’t dare look
away. God was intuitive as fuck. He knew Syn was thinking something
was off about this bust.


I heard you was crooked
man,” Goose snapped at God.


You still hearing shit,”
Syn answered before God could. God briefly gazed at Syn.


Where’s your fucking
warrant, God? I didn’t hear you motherfuckers knock before you
kicked in my door and just invited yourselves in.”


You don’t invite the
wind,” Day said with a mischievous grin, coming back into the room
with Ronowski trailing. “The wind just blows in.”


Fuck you,” Goose
snarled.

They hefted a medium-sized safe onto
the wobbly dining table and Ronowski quickly pulled a small device
from one of his pockets. He attached it to the front of the safe,
next to the lock. Putting his ear to it, he listened intently as he
turned the dial.


I knew it. Dirty-assed
cops!” the angry man yelled, bolting to his feet. God moved so fast
Syn didn’t have a chance to react. God’s large hand gripped the
suspect around his throat and lifted him several feet in the air
before slamming him down onto the unforgiving floor.


Ouch town, population
you.” Day chuckled.

Fuck
. Syn’s head was spinning. Something wasn’t right. God didn’t
have a warrant, he hadn’t read the man his rights, and no one was
calling this in.
Oh fuck me ... this can’t
be happening.

"You alright over there, Detective
Sydney?”

Syn blinked and realized that beads of
sweat were dripping down his face and his weapon was still out.
Everyone else had returned their weapons to their holsters. Syn
hoped he wasn’t witnessing what he feared he was.


Jackpot,” Ronowski
said.

Syn spun around and
watched the smooth-faced Detective pull out stacks of rolled money.
He didn’t know exactly how much, but it had to be at least ten to
twenty thousand since the rolls contained hundred dollar bills.
Ronowski turned and winked at God, and Syn narrowed his
eyes.
Please someone pull out an evidence
bag. Please.
He watched Ronowski’s bright
blue eyes turn to Day and he’d be damned if the man he’d heard such
wonderful stories about didn’t reach into the safe and pull out
several rolls of cash, putting it into the lining of his vest ...
God and Ronowski following suit.


Got a payday on your
first seize. Looks like your lucky day Sydney.” God’s look was a
warning when Syn refused to pocket any of the money.

 

 

 

 


Fool Me Once, Shame On You’

 

 

The ride back to the
precinct in the unmarked Suburban was awkward and silent. God drove
like a bat out of hell while everyone else held on tight to
the
oh-shit
bars.
It seemed likely the man broke every traffic law on the
books.

Syn’s head was reeling. He imagined
that if this were a cartoon, he’d have smoke coming out of his ears
and his eyes would be bulging out of his head. How in the hell
could God and Day be dirty cops? Was the whole task force dirty, or
just these three? He thought he would show his superiors his
efficiency and fearlessness in carrying out a raid, but it was all
bullshit. They didn’t even arrest Goose. They’d stole his damn
money and told him to get out of town or they’d be back.

What the fuckin
fuck?

Ronowski looked like the boy next door
with his cropped blond hair, smooth face, and eyes bluer than a
Wyoming sky. But after God had issued Goose his warning, Ronowski
quickly cut the zip tie from Goose’s hands and leveled the guy with
a powerful right hook. He’d casually stepped over Goose’s
motionless body and walked out the door with his shotgun resting on
his shoulder.

They’d just walked into the precinct
when Captain Myers bellowed from his door for them to come into his
office. Syn huffed a frustrated breath and felt God drop a heavy
palm on his shoulder, moving the grip up to the back of his
neck.

Syn jerked out of the hold. “Get your
damn hand of me Godfrey.”


Uh oh. Looks like someone
needs a little more fiber in his diet,” Day quipped on his way past
them.


Get your asses in here,
now!” The Captain came back out and yelled across the
bullpen.

Syn and God were locked in a heated
stare-off. “You think I’m scared of you, God?”


You should be,” was the
man’s simple response. The toothpick moved around in God’s mouth as
he spoke like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Syn narrowed his eyes, his anger
plain. “Yeah, I heard you were a fucking psycho and I was looking
forward to working with you. But now you can kiss my
ass.”


You mean working
for
me ... not
with
me. I’m your
Lieutenant, Detective Sydney.”


You don’t deserve that
title and you won’t hear it from my mouth. I’d never work
for
you or
with
you. You revealed
yourself to the wrong fucking cop.” Syn stepped in closer and even
though he was six two, he still had to look up into God’s eyes. “I
won’t be your bitch. You can’t muscle me and you sure as fuck don’t
scare me.”

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