Daniel (Kings of Korruption MC) by Geri Glenn Page B

Constable Johnston is no longer going to be dealing with your case. I’m sorry that you had such a bad experience with him, but I will be taking over from here.”
    She nods, her hair bouncing around her shoulders as her head moves.
    “So, Gabby. Tell me what’s going on.”
    She leans forward in her seat, her face determined. “My brother hasn’t been home in two days. He’s nineteen.” I say nothing, waiting for her to continue. She takes a deep breath and keeps going. “His name is Derrick. I know kids take off all the time, but Derrick wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t leave without telling me where he was going.” Tears fill her eyes. “We’re all each other has,” she whispers. Her eyes meet mine once more. “Something is wrong.”
    I nod. “Okay. So where was Derrick going the last time he left the house?”
    She shrugs. “I don’t know, really. He kind of comes and goes as he pleases. We both do.”
    “Was he with anyone?”
    She shakes her head. “He was alone.”
    “Where does he normally go?”
    Her face falls slightly and a tear slips from her eye and slides down her cheek. “I don’t know. I know he hangs out at a pool hall sometimes, but other than that, I have no clue. Oh, God.” Her voice trembles. “I’m the worst big sister ever. I never ask where he goes. I do know he spends a lot of time with his friend Tommy. They’ve been inseparable since they were little kids.”
    I lean forward and catch her eyes. “Gabby, you’re not the worst sister ever. Look, I’m not a big sister, but I am a big brother. If I asked my sister to report to me where she was going all the time, she’d kick my ass.” I smirk and feel like a fucking champion when she smiles.
    For the next forty-five minutes, I ask her every question I can think of to help me find her brother. I know that I need to turn this over to the Missing Persons Unit, but the more she talks, the more I think I can help her myself. I’ve been on the Street Crimes Unit now for a year and a half, and if there is one thing I know, it’s the Crips. If Derrick is messed up with that street gang, I am the one that will find him. And I will find him.
    When we’re finished talking, I walk Gabby to the main entrance of the police station and stare down at her. She is much shorter than me — the top of her head barely meets my shoulder. “Okay, Gabby. I have your number on the paperwork you filled out.” I hand her my card. “Now you have mine. If you hear anything that you think might be useful, please don’t hesitate to call or text me, at any time. I will make sure to keep you up to date on this as well.” She nods gratefully, her beautiful eyes once again filling with tears. I know I shouldn’t touch her, but I can’t help it. Reaching out, I take her hand and give it a squeeze, bending low until I meet her eyes. “We’re gonna find him, Gabby.”
    She gives me a wobbly smile and nods before giving my hand a squeeze back. Then she lets go, turns and walks out of the building. I stand at the doorway and watch her go, trying not to focus on the sway of her ass or the motion of her dress against her hips as she walks. Once she’s out of sight, I mentally give myself a shake and turn my thoughts to other matters. I head straight for the Chief’s office. Time to deal with Frank.
     

 

     
    Gabby
     
    W alking into my empty house, my heart deflates when I realize that Derrick still isn’t home. I hate how quiet it is here and I would give anything for him to just walk through that door. Our mother moved out of this house about a year ago, when her asshole boyfriend got a transfer to Alberta. She wanted us to go with her but we both refused. Now they’re married, but that’s okay because they live on the other side of the country and pretty much leave Derrick and me alone.
    Since Mom left, I’ve been the one to kind of take care of my brother. I pay the bills and buy the groceries, but luckily I don't have to worry about a