Chapter 44: Officer Cane Bishop
Downtown Hurricane Bay
Precinct 12
54 South Bay Road
1:33 P.M.
Officer Cane Bishop demanded to see me in his office. Through glass double doors and up three steps, I met Officer Blaine Chandler at a pec-high desk while he manned the phones. Big in size, adorable with deep dimples, Chandler should have been in Hollywood films or gay porn. His dimples screamed sexy as hell, and black curls over matching eyes were dappled with a sheen of expensive gel. Our ages were similar, and he dated a Marine named Tony Espalda, Officer August in Precinct 12’s annual Officer of the Month Calendar, which always sold out.
“Look what cuteness the city cat dragged in,” he said, licking his plump lips.
“Chandler, let me remind you that you have a boyfriend,” I said, stayi
