Cajun Protection by Whiskey Starr Page A

to do. I finish
typing up the notes from older cases so everyone can reference them
later and we can store the paper ones in the attic and avoid all
the clutter downstairs. The guys have gone on what Hawk says is an
easy case and should be back for dinner. I like being able to cook
for them at night, although both said they do know how to cook,
just not make coffee. The thought still makes me laugh.
    Since no one is in the office, I play some
music to eat up all the outside noises and silence from inside. I
eat my lunch of gumbo, which Shay had brought me earlier. I love
gumbo. Eating it while drinking Coke, I look around the building. I
have organized everything within it, but it’s not very
friendly-feeling. Although not many people would come to the
office, but still. It would be nice to have some brighter colors,
maybe something on the wall. I think I’ll ask them when they come
get me. The office phone rings and I wait for the voicemail to pick
up. Today we have had a total of three calls, two have been about
them going out of state to help get someone who is lost in the
woods, and one is about a possible job. Instead of leaving them on
the machine, I write down the messages and then erase the
voicemail. I wait once again for the machine to click over when I
don’t hear anything.
    Huh, must be a wrong number and it hangs up.
No big deal, it happens. I go back to eating. The damn phone rings
again, this time I check the number and it says unlisted. I’m
getting used to those. A lot of the law enforcement from other
states called in for assistance with some cases, maybe it was one
of them this time. So, I set down my gumbo by my desk and hold the
pen and paper waiting. It clicks on and I turn the volume up. An
unexpected shill runs through me as I wait, then I hear breathing,
heavy breathing.
    “I know where you are, Zoey. You can’t hide
from me, soon you will be mine. Either dead or alive, I will have
you. See you soon my love.” And then he’s gone. Instantly my lunch
comes back up. I grab the trashcan and throw everything I have up
trying to catch my breath. Panic overtakes me as I run into the
back office and lock the door and place the chair behind it. What
should I do? Call Hawk and Wolf? No, because what if I do and their
phone goes off and they get busted. Shay, I’ll call Shaylene.
Grabbing the office phone I wait for it to ring, and it does,
several times.
    “Sorry, bitches, I’m busy, leave me a little
love message and I’ll fly wit’cha later.” And a beep. Shit, she
didn’t pick up. I leave a quick message for her to call me. I turn
off the light in the office and crawl under the desk. God, the day
was turning out to be amazing. It started with breakfast, then the
office, I managed to get a bunch done. Then the kiss from Wolf. Boy
was that unexpected. It wasn’t anything deep, but the feel of him
on my lips and the rich taste of his coffee lingered on me. I never
would have guess, especially looking at him and then me, that he
would ever give me the time of day. So yeah, I still have
insecurity issues. But right now, I’m hiding under a desk, and I’m
really glad it was a larger desk, rather than a small one, because
I couldn’t fit any other way. I hold the phone to my chest and
wait. Wait for what, I have no damn clue. The music is still
playing in the front office area, and all I can hear is the sound
of my breathing.
    The clock is starting to drive me nuts; the
damn tick-tock won’t shut up. My mind is starting to play tricks on
me as the phone rings. Time passes and I have no clue how long I’m
sitting here, but my butt has fallen asleep.
    Bang, Bang, Bang.
    Shit, who is that?
    “ Zoey, damn it open the door.” Was
that Shay? But there are other voices.
    “Don’t make me break down this door, bitch,
‘cause you know I will, and I don’t wanna break my damn heels
today.” Standing on shaky legs, I about fall over when the
sensation returns to my ass and it becomes all tingly.
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