Blood Obsession: Holiday Overdose

New York City at Christmas time is a magical time of  year. The sounds of the holidays wrap around tourists and natives alike with bright-colored bows and ribbons. It is also a time of year for the underbelly to take advantage of the shoppers in the crowded shops and tourist attractions. The tenth squad prepared to do their share, part of creating a visible presence to assure a sense of safety. Back in uniform for the season, Bobbi and Rose were assigned to the area near Webster Hall, New York City’s largest night club. Tonight it was hosting an assortment of Heavy Metal bands at it’s 1500 person capacity. The venue had its own security but a relatively warm December night plus alcohol plus potential party drugs were a recipe for disaster. “I’m used to being a party goer.” Bobbi’s hazel eyes twinkled in the backdrop of flashing colored lights. She looked at Rose’s face. “Uh, i guess, you were never a club goer.” She scanned the block.

“Nah, I’m not a party goer. I was always pretty serious.” She headed to the end of the block. A car filled with who appeared college kids beeped and waved. The two detectives waved back. They could feel the electricity build in the area as concert goers started to arrive for the 7 pm door opening. Ticket holders dressed simply in tee shirts depicting their favorite bands to various forms of leather, spandex, fishnet stockings and skits so short, they appeared more like a pillow case. Rose moved to a vantage point across from the main entrance. Bobbi stood on the street side of the sidewalk barricades that assisted directing traffic. The NYPD was very good at crowd control and monitoring. Other officers dispersed throughout the area. All watching an d waiting.

Bobbi watched the orderly and happy crowd advance into the venue. Suddenly a cry emanated from somewhere along the cordon. More voices cried out in similar dismay. Bobbi and two other officers jumped the barricade and followed the woeful cries. A young man lay on the pavement. His lips were a blue grey collar. His eyes wide open and empty. “What happened?” One of the male cops asked the bystanders. They  met with the usual avoidance of all things police. Others continued to move past them to gain entrance to the concert,  Bobbi knelt beside him to try to assess the situation more closely. The third cop radioed for EMS. Bobbi listened and found no breathing. His heart was still beating rapidly. His pupils were pinpoints. Immediately she suspected and opiate overdose. Opiates were killing off an entire generation. Easy access to the drugs, low-cost of heroin and the lack of rehab beds made it a perfect storm for addiction. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the OD kit, issued to 40,000 NYPD officers for just this purpose. Following the method, she was taught, she administered the drug. Moments later the young man lurched to his side and vomited on the shoes of the other cop. Sirens sounded from the approaching EMS vehicle. Soon the patient was packaged and on route to the closest hospital.  “Nice job.” Rose offered the three cops. None of them felt any satisfaction.

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Fall in the woods

There was nothing like the smell of fresh hay and the knicker of horses in the distance frolicking in their pens. Bobbi slipped her foot into the stirrup and lifted herself effortlessly onto her mount. Sinbad. Her mind was overflowing with Penal law facts and her body was sore from being mock arrested along with her fellow police academy enrollee’s. The minute class ended for the week, she hit the rode bound for home. Rising in the morning with the first rays of light, a ride along the trails was what she needed.

Sunlight shined through the dwindling canopy above her head. Sinbad’s ears were back and his mane ruffled with the desire to run. Excitement from the wind filled his flanks. Bobbi worked to hold him back. Cleared at last from the  uneven ground, she let him go across the meadow. Here she was free. No past to relive, no future preplanned. The sound of her horse’s hooves against the earth and the breeze through her hair. Crack. The sound of a rifle echoed in the distance. The wind made it hard for her to pinpoint the sound. Crack. A second shot was loud enough to startle Sinbad and give Bobbi a clue to the direction. She tapped his sides and they hit a gallop.

Bobbi pulled the reins as they cleared the field and entered another wooded path. Voices drew her closer. Quickly, she dismounted and tied Sinbad to a tree, trying to understand the scene playing out in front of her. Her neighbors elderly mother was standing in front of their barn, pointing an old Remington hunting rife at her two great-grandson’s. “You boys, you don’t belong here. You need to get going. There’s nothing here for you to steal.” 93 year old Ida Baxter yelled. As Bobbi approached, she leveled the gun on her.

Bobbi lifted her hand behind her back and waived the two boys away. Her mom shared with her a month earlier that Ida’s Alzheimer’s disease had worsened. “Hi, Mrs. Baxter. How are you today?” Bobbi tried to engage the woman in conversation. “It’s a beautiful day today.”

“Did you see those boys. Coming here to make mischief.” Ida still kept the weapon pointed at Bobbi.

“They’re gone now. How about we go inside and have some tea?” Bobbi suggested.

“Do, I know you?” Ida creased her brows. She stepped closer to look at Bobbi. “Evelyn is that you?”

Bobbi realized, Ida thought she was her mother. “Yes ma’am. How about we have that drink?” The older woman lowered the weapon. Bobbi reached for the barrel and pulled it toward her.

“How about we have a real drink? Is it to early for Brandy?” Ida asked.

“Anything you want.” Bobbi wrapped an arm around the woman. A half hour later they were joined by Ida’s youngest son. He found Bobbi sitting with his mom, sharing a Brandy and eating cookies at 830 in the morning.

“I owe you thanks.” Owen Baxter said to Bobbi.

She smiled. “When do i get to drink Brandy and eat cookies?” Ida appeared tired. Her son escorted her to her room for a nap. The aide they hired had a family emergency and was late. The great grandson’s volunteered to help but unfortunately, she didn’t recognize her.”

Bobbi returned to Sinbad. She took the ride home at a comfortable walk. Her thoughts drifted to family. Or as she reminded herself, her small family. The only child, would she ever have a family of her own? Would she have to settle for the man her family expected her to marry. A man she didn’t love. Or would she meet her knight in shining armor. Sinbad neighed. A small tornado of leaves snaked up into the sky. Bobbi let her thoughts go again as she took off flying toward the morning sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blood Obsession: Marathon

A half marathon in NYC is a logistical nightmare. Thousands of runners and thousands of spectators and thousands of rookie cops. 32 degrees out adds EMS and this day was going to fall apart fast. Bobbi was assigned as a rookie and a runner thanks to her boss who was always looking to show off his assets.

The crowd was happy, pumped up and so cold. A dry cold like the folks in Arizona called a dry heat. Bullshit. It was bitter.

Bobbi took a position mid pack radio and uniform displaying she was there to help. The running outfit brought lots of unwanted attention of the hit on kind. She went into her debutante mode and smiled her breathless, white smile. “Thank you for the lovely offer but I’m attached.” Her voice was sultry. She commented to an attractive stock broker running for a cause.

Bobbi waited for the gun and jogged off into the crowd. She spied fellow rookies in the heavy security as she continued the route watching and listening for any issues. Her radio continued a low sputter of falls and injuries but nothing major. She actually started to feel the burn of a good run when the sound tore through her.

A shriek enveloped her. Ice ran through her veins. This was blood curdling. Bobbi laser focused on the sound coming from an apartment on the sidelines. A window without a guard stood wide open. There hanging from the ledge was a small toddler. In the window stood a very large woman wielding a large carving knife. Bobbi cleared the channel and radioed for help. Help that if too loud, too slow, too anything would kill the baby. Bobbi pressed through the congregating crowd to further asses the building chaos. She was quickly joined by a small cadre. Officers began entering the area but the woman menacing in the window fixated on her.

“The devil is in my child. He is evil.” The woman yelled at Bobbi. Bobbi stared at her and considered her words. “What’s his name?” She called to the distraught mother. “Jedediah.” The crazed woman answered. “Ma’am that name means beloved by god.” Bobbi recalled the bit of name trivia. “He can’t be cursed by the devil.” Bobbi watched as the tow headed child looked like he was losing his fortitude. Bobbi maintained focus on the mom but spoke to the child. She glanced at the crowd and prayed help would come. And then it happened in slow motion. The little boy let go and started to fall. Slow motion the toddler fell through the cold air. Bobbi heard a scream. She quickly realized it was hers. And then a whoosh. The little boy was caught in the burly arms of two runners who stopped to see the commotion. Safe. And then the shot in the apartment. Mom charged at the arriving cops. Gone.

And there it was. Life changes in a heartbeat. It was over. One life saved. One life gone. Breath held was let go. Bobbi felt weary. Time for reports and statements on a marathon day.

Bobbi arrived home late. Her heart was heavy. She felt empty and alone. She missed Erik’s strong arms. She missed his love. She ached for the tender touch he could give her. She felt lost.

Blood Obsession: Max

Dave Jordan weaved through midtown traffic. Max Buckley sat quietly in the passenger seat staring out the window through aviator sunglasses. His mouth was formed into a grim line. He did not take in the babble of his partner. Dave regaled Max with his participation in an academy buddy’s wedding party. “The bride’s mother was so uptight, she refused to let anyone bring a plus one unless they were married or engaged.” He laughed. “You should have seen her face when I opened her other daughter’s hotel room door the morning after the wedding.” Max shook his head. He was calculating how he was going to question a potential suspect to a burglary.

The radio cracked to life. A silent alarm was signaling a robbery in progress at an upscale clothing boutique. Dave hit the switch for the light on the dashboard. “We are two blocks out.” Max radioed that two plainclothes officers were responding.

The store sat in the center of the West 51st Street block. Dave turned off the light before turning onto the crowded street. Max signaled Dave with two fingers to approach the entrance from the left. He would take the left. The atmosphere of the store was cave like. Dim, dark lighting and loud music. The smell was an overpowering array of floral and musky perfumes. The two detectives scanned through the window. A lone woman stood at the counter in the center of the store. A man dressed in a sleek black snake skin suit leaned against the counter. Max could make out a small blued weapon. “He’s armed.” Max whispered. Dave smiled a knowing smile. Max pulled open the door. “I told you that a blender was not a good gift.” Dave bantered lightly. “Ok we are here. I’ll get her that slinky little red dress she wanted.” Max strode through the store. He automatically assessed the man. Tall. 6’2” tall about 175. When he got closer he saw a small gold earring. The look in the young sales girls eyes reminded him of the deer in the headlights.

Max approached the counter. “Hi doll face. I’m sorry to bother you but I need to get in an out quick. My girl wants that red dress.” He pointed to the ornately dressed manikin at the side of the floor.” The man at the desk whirled to face Max. When he did this, Dave placed his weapon next to his ear. “Don’t move, NYPD. You are under arrest.” The smartly dressed bad guy froze. Max watched his fingers flex over the trigger on his weapon. Calmly, Max arched an eyebrow and pointed his weapon between his eyes. “I don’t think you want to do that.” Hoping he would take the hint. He looked directly into Max’s eyes and gave up.

Dave handcuffed him and radioed in one in custody. At that point the store filled with uniformed police officers. Max handed off the weapon and turned his attention to the girl behind the counter. The adrenalin of the situation began to ebb. Max saw she was holing so tightly to the counter that her knuckles were white. She was trying desperately to maintain her composure. Max recognized the look and rapidly moved behind the young girl. He reached her just as her knocking knees gave out from under her. His big warm hands wrapped around her as he eased her to the floor. “Honey, put your head between your knees and take a breath for me.” His voice was filled with strength. “You are safe.” Her face was pale and covered with sweat from fear. Tears poured from her eyes and sobs wracked her chest. “Detective, do we need a bus.” A fresh faced cop asked him. Max nodded yes.”

He knelt beside her. “Honey, breathe for me.” He placed his hand at the small of her back. The young girl began to shake. Max slipped off his jacket and wrapped it around the girl. The simple sleeveless pink sheath offered her no protection from these shudders. He slipped to the floor and sat beside her placing a protective paternal arm around her. His broad chest was warm and tight. The ambulance crew arrived and as he tried to let them in, she grabbed onto him. His sweet smile soothed her. “It’s all right. Let these boys give you a hand. I’ll be right here.” Dave leaned over the counter and reached out a hand to help his partner off the ground. “Daddy. I’ll meet you at the hospital.” Max’s eyes twinkled at Dave’s knowing eye.

Blood Obsession: Fire and Love

Bobbi snatched one of Markie’s cookies off the counter. The delicious oatmeal raisin confection melted in her mouth. She smiled as she stepped from the third floor appointment. “Breakfast of Champions.” The day was warm, sunny and inviting. She sucked in a breath wishing she was on her way to anywhere but work. Her body was still tingling from her first kiss with Max.

The subway stop was busy and hot. The smell of the city was wafting through the grates. She watched the people rushing to get to work or home. They moved engrossed in their actions, not paying any attention to the world around them. On the other hand, she saw it all: the woman in heels so high, she looked like she was going to fall after every step. The man talking loudly on his phone to his wife trying to explain that he spent the night before in the office while escorting a woman clearly not his wife. The mother taking her children to school and the two marine recruiters literally pressed into the uniforms. She held the steel pole and swayed with the moving car. All of a sudden, a bump disrupted her footing and she held tightly trying not to fall.

Thick smoke began to fill the train. Screams and coughing rolled through the derailed cars. Bobbi pulled her phone from her bag and called in the emergency advising the operator that she was onboard. She needed to figure out a plan of attack. Quickly she identified herself and advised the car’s occupants to stay low. As panic set in among the souls on the train, she did her best to prevent people from jumping onto the electrified track.

Within minutes, the city’s bravest began to gain access. Bobbi’s lungs felt scorched. Her eyes stung and her nose poured irritated by the acrid smoke. She pulled her badge from her bag and strung it around her neck. She stayed present in the car until the last passenger was evacuated.

Max strutted into the office carrying coffee for all his colleagues. Bob McCauley entered the squad room, a look of concern on his face. The one train derailed between 14th and 18th. There are reports of smoke and fire. “Bobbi is on board.” Anxiety ripped at his stomach. Her friends all immediately stood and took to the door. They split up. Half went to the 14th street station and Max and Dave Jordan and two others headed to 18th street.

Fire apparatus littered the street. Smoke continued to pour from the exits and EMS personnel were busy treating the injured. Max raked his fingers through his hair. His grey eyes were filled with fear. Dave Jordan approached the three star fire chief on scene. “We’ve got a cop on board the train.” The Chief crisply called into the radio. His dark eyes gave nothing away. But the smoke filling the air and the carnage displayed in the roadway said it all.

Firefighters held Max back as he tried to run into the fray. “It’s two dangerous man.” A burly firefighter grabbed him. “There’s no air down there.” Bobbi fought to breathe, the acrid smoke started to take its toll. Sooted, silver streaks stained her cheeks. Her swollen eyes leaked wet tears. The last person, an obese male who collapsed was cleared from the car. “C’mon Ma’am”, a young, tall firefighter with brown unkempt hair led her to the ladder that would free her from the car. As she climbed the rungs, he maintained a hand in the small of her back to support her rapidly weakening knees.

Bobbi reached the top of the ladder and her lungs no longer provided the needed air for her exertion. Her head spun and she collapsed. The firefighter caught her before she crashed back to the subway car floor. Moments later the smokey sunlight enveloped the pair. Max whipped around at the sight. His eyes filled with terror. His first instinct was to rip her from the firefighter’s arms. But common sense took over and he let the EMT’s treat her.

As cool oxygen filled her lungs her eyes opened. His grey stare met her hazel eyes. His lips caressed her sooty brow. “Princess.” He took her hand and brushed the back of it with his rough fingers. “Hi.” She coughed heavily. “Shhhh.” He winked at her. New sooty tears filled her eyes. He smiled at her with sexy eyes. His lips remained tight in a grim line unable to hide his worry. Her senses reeled at his protective touch. “Rest. Let them take care of you.” She closed her eyes, his face imprinted in her mind, his love filling her heart.

Blood Obsession: Fire and love

Bobbi snatched one of Markie’s cookies off the counter. The delicious oatmeal raisin confection melted in her mouth. She smiled as she stepped from the third floor appointment. “Breakfast of Champions.” The day was warm, sunny and inviting. She sucked in a breath wishing she was on her way to anywhere but work. Her body was still tingling from her first kiss with Max.

The subway stop was busy and hot. The smell of the city was wafting through the grates. She watched the people rushing to get to work or home. They moved engrossed in their actions, not paying any attention to the world around them. On the other hand, she saw it all: the woman in heels so high, she looked like she was going to fall after every step. The man talking loudly on his phone to his wife trying to explain that he spent the night before in the office while escorting a woman clearly not his wife. The mother taking her children to school and the two marine recruiters literally pressed into the uniforms. She held the steel pole and swayed with the moving car. All of a sudden, a bump disrupted her footing and she held tightly trying not to fall.

Thick smoke began to fill the train. Screams and coughing rolled through the derailed cars. Bobbi pulled her phone from her bag and called in the emergency advising the operator that she was onboard. She needed to figure out a plan of attack. Quickly she identified herself and advised the car’s occupants to stay low. As panic set in among the souls on the train, she did her best to prevent people from jumping onto the electrified track.

Within minutes, the city’s bravest began to gain access. Bobbi’s lungs felt scorched. Her eyes stung and her nose poured irritated by the acrid smoke. She pulled her badge from her bag and strung it around her neck. She stayed present in the car until the last passenger was evacuated.

Max strutted into the office carrying coffee for all his colleagues. Bob McCauley entered the squad room, a look of concern on his face. The one train derailed between 14th and 18th. There are reports of smoke and fire. “Bobbi is on board.” Anxiety ripped at his stomach. Her friends all immediately stood and took to the door. They split up. Half went to the 14th street station and Max and Dave Jordan and two others headed to 18th street.

Fire apparatus littered the street. Smoke continued to pour from the exits and EMS personnel were busy treating the injured. Max raked his fingers through his hair. His grey eyes were filled with fear. Dave Jordan approached the three star fire chief on scene. “We’ve got a cop on board the train.” The Chief crisply called into the radio. His dark eyes gave nothing away. But the smoke filling the air and the carnage displayed in the roadway said it all.

Firefighters held Max back as he tried to run into the fray. “It’s two dangerous man.” A burly firefighter grabbed him. “There’s no air down there.” Bobbi fought to breathe, the acrid smoke started to take its toll. Sooted, silver streaks stained her cheeks. Her swollen eyes leaked wet tears. The last person, an obese male who collapsed was cleared from the car. “C’mon Ma’am”, a young, tall firefighter with brown unkempt hair led her to the ladder that would free her from the car. As she climbed the rungs, he maintained a hand in the small of her back to support her rapidly weakening knees.

Bobbi reached the top of the ladder and her lungs no longer provided the needed air for her exertion. Her head spun and she collapsed. The firefighter caught her before she crashed back to the subway car floor. Moments later the sunlight enveloped the pair. Max whipped around at the sight. His eyes filled with terror. His first instinct was to rip her from the firefighter’s arms. But common sense took over and he let the EMT’s treat her.

As cool oxygen filled her lungs her eyes opened. His grey stare met her hazel eyes. His lips caressed her sooty brow. “Princess.” He took her hand and brushed the back of it with his rough fingers. “Hi.” She coughed heavily. “Shhhh.” He winked at her. New sooty tears filled her eyes. He smiled at her with sexy eyes. His lips remained tight in a grim line unable to hide his worry. Her senses reeled at his protective touch. “Rest. Let them take care of you.” She closed her eyes, his face imprinted in her mind, his love filling her heart.

Blood Obsession: Reality Bites

The dinner was coming to a close. Andrew maintained a possessive arm around her. Bobbi was exhausted. She worked through the morning processing an arrest. Now she sat with her parents, supporting an anti hunger campaign for the city. Her mom took her hand. “Roberta, honey, you need to get more rest. You are working impossibly long hours.” “Mom, I’m fine. Really.” She just wanted to crawl into bed for a month. “Roberta wouldn’t have to work so hard if she came to her senses and quit that job.” Andrew huffed. Bobbi shrugged out of his grasp. “I am not debating my job with you.”

The next afternoon, Bobbi walked into the locker room. She approached her locker and her heart sank. Plastering the metal doors was the page six photo. “Roberta Wallace, progeny of Wall Street power couple Evelyn Stein and Arthur Wallace attends Gala on the arm of NY Eligible bachelor Andrew Marcus.” She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and changed into her uniform.

The whistles barraged her as she walked into roll call. She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the joke at her expense. This was her world. She felt she didn’t fit in anywhere.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked her. Bobbi watched the sidewalk as they drove. “Yeah, I guess. I knew this would come out eventually.” “Partner you clean up pretty nice.” The black dress with a sweetheart neckline and empire waist flatter her every curve.” Bobbi laughed.

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Blood Obsession: Little girl lost

Hank Martin was very serious. The platoon leader with white hair and moustache with crystal blue eyes passed out the picture of five-year old Mariel Santos. She wen missing three hours before in the Linden Houses. All incoming officers were assigned to aid in the door to door search. 19 buildings and over 4000 residents was a lot of ground to cover. Bobbi listened to her partner. “Keep on your toes, most people will cooperate to look for a little girl but.” “But ten percent will not.” Bobbi grimly repeated her partners frequent reminder.

Four other police officers were assigned to search one of the eight story buildings with Steve and Bobbi. Outside it was freezing and a cold rain fell steadily. Inside the heat in the hallways burned hot.  The sweat pooled under her arms and across her forehead. She was assigned with her partner to search the seven and eighth floor as well as the roof top.

The roof was desolate and cold. The wind whipped and the rain burned their faces. It was also black. Holding her flash light beside her head in her right hand, she maintained a right side to wall search. Steve went to his left. The roof appeared was a hangout. Cigarette butts, beer cans, food wrappers, an occasional condom littered the ground. “Blech ” She wiped the icy rain from her eyes. The refrigerator was lying on its side. It’s white walls reflected the light. Bobbi approached it with dread. A hasp held it closed. With her leather gloved hand, she released it.  There she was still wearing her hot pink bubble coat and her white boots. In her hand was her favorite baby doll. Mariel was dead.

She wasn’t released until dawn. Statements and reports and more statements consumed the rest of her shift and more of the next. Her head pounded, her heart ached and her stomach was tied into knots. “The hasp was locked, someone put her there.” She repeated over and over to the detectives. She sat at the diner eating sickeningly  sweet chocolate chip pancakes with a few colleagues. Hunter Rollings did his best to help her shake off the sight. Her eyes only yielded pain. She tossed her money into the pot to pay the check and stood to rise. “Lemme give you a ride home?” He lived on Long Island and had a car. She regularly took the subway. She nodded.

Six am and the city was waking up. Her parents penthouse was a far cry from the desolation of that cold roof top. “Want me to walk you in? You okay?” Hunter, a four-year veteran eyed Bobbi cautiously. “No.” Tears started to fall.

Her double bed was covered by a rich cream coverlet. Pillows in beige tones sat carefully arranged lay carefully against the fabric covered headboard. A modern bedside table sat on either side. Each held a modern brass lamp covered in a beige simple shade. A modern desk and chair littered with mail sat in a corner overlooking the beauty of Manhattan. Hunter pulled the comforter back, pressing Bobbi into the layer of soft pillows. He kissed her tear-stained face. His kisses were sweet and soft. Her lips met his with a needy demand to try to forget the sight of that little angel. He pulled his tee-shirt off and straddled her. His hands reached under the edges of her cashmere sweater and lifted it and unhooked her bra pulling both in one fluid motion over her head. “You are so beautiful.” His mouth suckled her nipple, tugging it gently with his teeth. He moved and repeated it on her other. Bobbi reached for his face and pulled his head to her mouth. They kissed letting their tongues dance. Hunter smiled at her his tongue licking her lips still tasting like syrup. He pulled on her lower lip. Bobbi pressed her hips against him. His arousal pressing against her and the confines of her jeans.

Bobbi wrapped her legs around him and pulling him close rolled carrying Hunter with her. She kissed her way down his neck, to his chest where she nuzzled the dark brown hair covering his chest. Bobbi looked at him with wanton eyes. She slid off the bed yanking off her jeans and panties. Naked she stood in front of him, her lips parted her breathing deep and heavy. Hunter rolled of the bed and picked her up dropping her unceremoniously into the pillows. She giggled at her lover as he dropped his jeans to the floor. “Commando!” She continued to giggle. “That can be dangerous.” “It’s going to be for you baby.” He crawled back on the bed and took possession of her body.

Read the story about Bobbi Wallace as she discovers true love and fights obsession.

Blood Obsession by RL Dunn available on Amazon and iTunes.

Blood Obsession: To serve and protect

Steve Canton walked in to the turn out room. A new class graduated four days before and he was getting his new probie. The senior officers in the bunch all took bets on which one of their babies was going to screw up first.

Bobbi exited the locker room fresh and new. Her uniform was pressed and her equipment was shiny and polished. She was part of the 105 assigned to the 7-5. It was a combination of housing projects and apartment complexes in the East New York section of Brooklyn. It was also one of the largest and highest crime areas in the city. Inspector Todd Sylvestri stood before the 4-12 shift. “I want to welcome you to the best trained and best prepared police department in New York. What you do here in this precinct is a direct reflection on me and your fellow officers. I expect you to keep your ears open and your eyes always seeking.” He turned the podium over to the platoon commander. Hank Martin made quick work and handed out assignments. Despite her hook, she did not avoid being put in an IMPACT precinct. Rookies were assigned to the highest crime areas.

Steve Canton, married father of three smiled at the “pretty young thing.” She was going to attract  the wrong kind of attention on the streets. She wore her hair tied in a tight braid and wrapped into a bun. Her hazel eyes glittered with first day apprehension. “Hi, I’m Bobbi Wallace.” She extended her hand. Steve was shocked at the strength in her grip. “Welcome to the 7-5. Ready to learn?” His question was warm not patronizing like some of the other senior guys.” “Lead the way.”

The afternoon was crisp and cold. The sun shined brilliantly reflecting of the natural red highlights in her hair. “90 percent of the folks here are good hard-working people, ten percent are what we worry about. They give us all the problems. 4-12 is two different worlds. The working folks go home and the gangs come out to play. The Pink houses and the Linden Houses are in a war. Keep your eyes open and your hands ready.”

Canton eased the patrol car between two cars that were driving like idiots on Fulton Avenue. The white caddy and the black van were weaving in an out of traffic cutting each other off. “Looks like road rage. Let’s see if we can calm these two down”

The driver in the Cadillac claimed that he was driving with traffic when the black van cut him off. “And you couldn’t just let it go?” Cantob shook his head. “Stay here.” He instructed the driver after taking his license. Carefully they approached the van. “Pay attention, we cannot see inside like the car.” He cautioned. The driver stepped from the van. He was shorter than Steve but out weighed Bobbi by at least 75 lbs. He smelled paint and thinner.  Spying Bobbi, he smiled perversely and reached to touch her.”Mira mamá sexy. Quiero ver qué hay debajo del uniforme que.” Bobbi laughed and responded in perfect Spanish. “Mantenga las manos a sí mismo o NO ME graba tu pene y lo pegamos en la cabeza como un unicornio.” The man immediately stopped and acted quite docile. Minutes later they were sent on their way in opposite directions.

Steve looked at her with questioning eyes. “You want to share?” Bobbi shrugged still laughing. “He wanted to know what I looked like without the uniform. I just told him if he didn’t keep his hands to himself, I would make him a unicorn.” “Nice job kiddo., Nice job.”

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Blood Obsession: New Start Part 2

Max sat at his desk rolling his wedding ring with his thumb.  His eyes focused on the now empty desk. “Hit the ground running, will try to call when I can. <3” The text message filled the screen of his phone. “<3” He responded back. The choice to move on was right. He knew it,  but would the transfer to Special Victim’s Unit be good for her? He tried to shake off the feeling as being overprotective. He thought instead of her first week in the unit. Dave and Rose were assigned to court and he was assigned ‘Princess’. Chuckling to himself at the memory of the first time he called her that. She never complained. A nickname first mentioned to tease was now the term of his deep love for her. She was his princess.

The Brownstone building was old and stately. The old iron elevator barely contained the two of them. The gate intricately carved in flowers and ivy. The doors closed and her fragrance wafted in the air. He was lost. “Buckley, for Christ sakes you are 31 years old. Stop feeling like you are 15.” These feelings unnerved him. Both reached for the bell. Her hand brushed against his and he felt electricity. “You okay?” Her voice soft and concerned. He shrugged his shoulders. He watched her pony tail swing as they waited.

Leonard Bosworth answered the door. The 28 year old trust fund baby was wearing tight leather pants that left nothing to the imagination. His black tee shirt was equally tight revealing a taut rippled abdomen. “Detective Buckley and Wallace to see Leonard Bosworth.” Max extended his hand. “Come in detectives.” He stared at Bobbi, a hint of recognition in his eyes. Max sat on the blood red couch. Bobbi chose the high backed intricately carved chair. “Can you tell us what was stolen?” Bosworth answered Max, watching Bobbi like prey. Bobbi tilted her head apparently bemused at the unwanted attention. He pointed at the empty grey wall. “My Picasso.” Bobbi stood and walked to the wall. Both men watched her run her fingers against the wall. “Quick repair?” Bobbi now stood directly in front of him. Max watched her roll her bottom lip under the top. Again she tilted her head. Max fought to suspend his sudden desire to devour her mouth. “What do you mean detective?” “The wall is warm. The plaster is fresh.” Bobbi backed up. Bosworth stood placing a controlling hand on Bobbi’s hip. He liked what he saw. Before Bobbi could react, Max rose like a cobra ready to strike. Bosworth withdrew his hand. Max moved between them. “How dare he even think to touch her?” subduing his desire to deck him. “What was behind the painting?” Bosworth’s mouth curled downward in a frown.

Bosworth sat. His face a combination of rage and frustration. No woman ever questioned him. Bobbi was under his skin. “I do not know what you mean.” Max pulled himself out of his fog. “Answer Detective Wallace’s question.” His voice icy. Bobbi stood again running one freshly manicured finger along the intricate chair rail molding. Max watched wishing he was beneath that touch. She paused, smiled and pressed. The wall slid open revealing a safe. Bobbi walked over to Max and away from the pretentious man triumphant. Leonard Bosworth was used to getting what he wanted. Bobbi was used to men like him. He disgusted her. Max’s anger flared and continued the interview no longer distracted.

Two hours later, they parted company. It was clear the painting was the least of his losses. Mr. Bosworth lost two million dollars worth of untraceable bearer bonds. “Okay princess, tell me how the hell you knew?” “Beginner’s luck.” Bobbi’s smile was warm and seductive. She did not want to say that there was a similar vault in her own home. Max melted again. His imagination was wild. He wondered what other secrets were under that beautiful exterior. The phone returned him to reality.

Bobbi and her new partner Kurt Walden drove east to the Suffolk County home of Kyle Schmitt, Emily’s boyfriend and rapist. “Bobbi, I am really sorry about what happened at the hospital.” “Kurt how could you know?” “You are my partner now. I should have asked. Forgive me?” Kurt pulled up in front of the brown ranch home.”

Fran Schmitt, Kyle’s mom answered the door. Kurt and Bobbi decided they would play it as a notification rather than an accusatory interview. “Mrs. Schmitt, we would like to speak with Kyle about his girlfriend Emily.” She opened the door for them.

Kyle was 6’2 with hazel eyes and black wiry hair. He nervously played with his phone. “Kyle, Emily wanted us to speak with you. She was hurt at school last night.” “Oh my god, what happened?” Bile rose in Bobbi’s throat. “She was attacked.” Kurt continued. “Really, I told her she could get hurt leaving like that.” “Leaving like what?” “Going away, living in a dorm. Bad things can happen.” Bobbi noticed he never asked about her. “She is very upset.” “She should be. She learned what happens to bad girls.” Kurt stiffened. “What happens?” Bobbi asked her voice childlike. “She gets taught a lesson.” “What kind of lesson.” Kurt pushed. “She gets reminded who’s the boss.” Kyle shifted to the edge of his seat. “Kyle, don’t you want to know how Emily is?” “I know.” “You know what?” ” i know what happened. She should be good and sore. She knows she’s mine.” Kurt flashed a look at Bobbi. “Sore from what?” “I took what’s mine. I fucked that little bitch hard. No one will want those goods but me.” “Kyle Schmitt, please stand up.” Before Kurt could finish his statement, Kyle ran. “Son of a bitch, they always run.” Kurt and Bobbi followed after him. Bobbi tore out the door with Kurt on her heels. Kyle jumped the fence in a neighboring yard. Bobbi vaulted the fence diving for Kyle’s knees. She brought him down hard. Kurt reached them in time to help her secure him. “Kyle Schmitt, you are under arrest.”

Bobbi was fast asleep when he got home. He carefully locked his gun away and went downstairs to unwind. He turned an old World War II movie and sipped a beer. Andrew slipped into her room. His hand snaked around her face. He hiked up her nightgown and forced his way inside her. “No! Stop!” Bobbi screamed at the top of her lungs. Max dropped the beer and ran taking the steps two at a time. Bobbi’s screams continued unabated. Max throw open the bedroom door. His breath caught in his throat. Gently, he approached her screaming form. The dream had a deep hold. Her hands beat at him. “Bobbi, I’m here. Princess, you are safe. Shhh.” He cooed pulling her into his embrace. Her eyes flew open tears replacing the screams.