The Sins of the Father

Good Ole Billy Boy

There were some things better left alone. Detective Mahogany would soon find out how big this case was and trust, it was a lot bigger than what she was lead to believe. She was barely scratching below the iceberg. With all her interviews and leads, the only two that could possibly help break the case wide open would be Candy and Morgan. Good luck with those two coming to lend a helping hand .

Her snooping was becoming quite irritating. If she didn't stop, she would end up scratching the inside of something that is plunged into six feet of dirt.

Had to give it to her, she was only here for three weeks an already had the case picking up some momentum. Not to mention she was freaking hot. Did I say hot. I would love to melt my icicle in her hot lava any day.

We nicknamed her 'hot lava' here at the precinct, her being sexy but will burn the living s**t out of you if you got too close. Not to mention she was a little spacey at times.

I didn't miss the way I came in her office the other day, she was fully absorbed in her thoughts. I concluded as much, when I looked down to see the computer was unplugged. I called her name at least three times before she registered I was talking to her.

That interrogation interview left a bad test in my mouth. My pride was still a little stung of how she corrected my yes ma'aming her, like some damn child. And Candy. She was coughing so much information up I wanted to offer her an inhaler. Or even a drink of water. This wouldn't be the first time she sung like a Canary. Funny thing is I knew who and where the McCarty guy was but would be f*****g crazy if I were to disclose that bit of info. So, I will play the flunky until my last breath, which would probably be soon, if Mahogany kept snooping around, like the blood hound she was.

Turned out the last name McCarty was pretty popular. Over two thousand results popped up on my computer screen. I printed each and every one out and slid them in an envelope marked Detective Torrey Mahogany. Maybe, if I played my cards right, I could remain under the radar a little bit longer. At least enough time to extract myself from the equations all together.

A knock at the door. "Open." Expecting it to be Torrey I began reaching for the envelope that held the misleading information gathered from the computer. The names were correct but the guy she was looking for, wasn't going to be among them. Whether searching for nickname or government name. He wouldn't be found here. At least not in our database."I have all..." My replied died in my throat as I realized my error of presuming the unidentified, was Torrey.

In walked the devil's advocate. "Hello Billy," A familiar voice spoke up, ending my mental rant. The door softly closed behind them. Looking up into the face of the last person I wanted to see right now. She smiled, knowing there would be no way in hell I would reject her visit.

Fuck. My eyes close as I rub my hands down my face, making sure to scratch the rough stubble forming . Nope wasn't a figment of my imagination. She was still standing in front of me, with her lips spread in humor that had yet to reach her eyes.