Highland County Heroes Collection

Chapter 7

Warren wasn’t as optimistic as he climbed the stairs into the station house Wednesday afternoon. Six more interviews and he’d not found anything new. He was starting to wonder if they’d catch this guy and if he’d kill again. He wasn’t so lost in the case that he missed seeing Sgt. Moreno pass on her way out for the day. She looked tired, not that he’d ever say it to her, but it made him want to take her home, feed her and tuck her into bed. Then join her there. They’d sleep, eventually. He wanted to stop her and ask her out again, but knew it was a bad idea. Once was acceptable, but to ask again, with nothing having changed, could be considered s****l harassment. That wasn’t his style.

He’d spent a good portion of his evening, well, what time he’d not been thinking about the Snyder girl, considering whether it was time for a change. Patrol wasn’t a bad gig, but Howard had pointed out that he was wasted there. His experience and training wasn’t for patrol, and while it had been a good fit, it had given him the time he’d needed to come down after his time with Vice, and to help Nancy, it wasn’t where he wanted to spend the rest of his career. Howard was right. He would look into seeing where else they might let him go.

Warren wasn’t looking to leave Blackjack or BPD, but he was ready to move on from patrol. Once this case was solved, or he was taken off it, he’d see what he needed to do to advance.

Pushing his way through the doors, he nodded at the desk officer and headed up to the third floor, where Detectives Howard and Cooley were waiting for him. They wanted to hear what he’d found out, what he hadn’t then they would discuss possibilities, leads and where to go from there. It had only been three days since he’d started working with the pair but they’d fallen into an easy routine and seemed to feed off each other when discussing the case and trying to figure it out.

As he climbed the stairs, he couldn’t keep his mind from wandering to the lush curves of the Sgt and wondering what she was doing tonight. He had little doubt, he’d be eating cheap take out and reviewing this case again. He could only hope she’d have a better night.