Steele Resolve (The Detective Jasmine Steele Series Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

named Bubba. I don’t know why that name came into play.
    The weather looks brighter, a slight chill as the cold air seeps into my lungs. My car looks clean and shows my reflection, something a natural car wash offers I guess. I can’t be bothered to do it myself. The little man rushes past me and hops into the car. Another day, another dollar.
    Silence once again. I relish it when I’m thinking or if I’ve got one of those migraines Satan seems keen on hitting me with, but now? I could use some noise. I turn the radio on and flip to my favorite eighties station. Don’t ask me what song is playing. I always seem to know the words, but never the titles. It was the generation of one hit wonders so don’t ask for the band either. I’m lucky I know the words, or at least what I think the words are.
    “Those aren’t the right words.”
    “How would you know? You weren’t even a thought when this song came out.”
    “Conroy Jameson comes out to it. They played it when he beat J.G. Holms.”
    “So what are the words?”
    Let’s see him prove his musical prowess now. I’ve known these words for years and my brain is a sharp as it ever was. “It’s ‘They call us problem child; we spend our lives on trial,’ not ‘They like problems to dial and they live by the mile’. The song was Youth Gone Wild by Skid Row.”
    Maybe I over exaggerated the brain being sharp bit. I believe I skipped all the good lines in heaven before heading down to Earth. “You just think you’re smarter than me.”
    “On occasion yes, but I can’t drive so you win there.”
    “So, I’m a glorified chauffeur?”
    “With really cool hair.”
    “Cool hair?”
    “Well, daddy was losing his badly.”
    “Ah yes, the balding gene.”
    “Yeah, he loved his ripped jeans.”
    “Not jeans. Gene. It’s something that… well when you are conceived…” I can see his reflection in the mirror as he waits for an answer. My stomach is flipping, my hands begin to sweat... “You know what, why don’t you ask your teacher what a gene is. She’d know better than I would.”
    “What’s conceived mean?” Shit. I pull up along the curb at school. “Wow, look at that, we’re here. Have a great day learning little man!”
    Chase unbuckles from his seat and picks up his backpack. He kisses me on the cheek and silently exits the car. I watch as he walks up to the doors and walks inside.
    “Conceived? Who the fuck talks to a seven year old about his parents… my brother… Ahhh!”
    Mental note, thinking of your older brother having a sex life is not a good thing to do. Especially after drinking sludge and not eating anything. That is as nasty as my parents – forget it. I don’t need to go there.
    “Aunt Jazzie, pick up phone!” I start digging through everything in the front seat searching for my phone. “Aunt Jazzie, pick up phone!” Leaning over into the passenger side moving papers, “I heard you Chase; I’m trying to find the fucking thing.”
    I must look like a frantic woman searching for her lost child. I ruffle through my bag. No phone. I glance up and see my reflection in the rear view mirror. I see my wireless Bluetooth sitting in my ear. I seriously think I am losing my marbles. I push the button and hear the familiar click of the call connecting.
    “Steele.”
    Looking around the car, I notice my cell phone in the cup holder next to me. If it had teeth my ass would be hurting.
    “In the end, everyone is the same. We all turn to dust.” The soft spoken voice says to me on the other end. I laugh a little bit, “You practicing your dialogue, Had? Good delivery, but it sounds like every other horror film out there.”
    “Don’t think you’re untouchable,” the tone changes pitch, harsher more direct, “You and your son.” My heart pounds in my chest, forcing myself to catch my breath I open my mouth to reply. I hear a beep of an ended phone call. I quickly flip through my phone and hit recent calls. It says a private