Whispered Truths (God's Reapers MC Book 2) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Kara Parker
from it.”
Olivia nodded as the recording ended. When the detective turned around, she discreetly grabbed her phone and slipped it into her pocket. “Thanks so much for letting me see this, Detective Farraday. It’s hard out there on the streets every day. Sometimes it feels like you’re not doing anything all,” Olivia said as she made her way to the door.
“You gotta put in your dues, Waters. Nobody likes it, but it makes you a better detective. Besides, you do good work out on the street. Keep doing what you’re doing.” Olivia thanked her and headed for the door. He heart was pounding and her hand was wrapped around the phone in her pocket. She was sure that she was going to be stopped, or feel an arm on her shoulder and someone telling her this had been a test and she’d failed. But no one stopped her. Olivia and her recording stepped out into the precinct, and she allowed herself to breath normally.
Olivia had the evidence now. She could prove that she wasn’t the person who had sent the cops to God’s Reapers. Someone else had done it; someone who was working from the inside, but it wasn’t a mole. It was someone doing their own thing, using the cops to get rid of the Reapers. But why would a Reaper do that to his brothers?
Her shift was over and Olivia changed out of her uniform and into her street clothes. As she dressed, she wondered where on earth David could be. She knew he hadn’t run away. He still had to be in Marina’s Crest somewhere, but where. Where could he be and how could Olivia find him. She needed to find him. She needed to tell him that she wasn't what he thought. But she didn’t ask herself why this was so important, why a woman like Olivia would care about the opinion of someone like David Creely. But she did care. She couldn’t stand that he might think that she had betrayed him. She wasn’t sure what her feelings were for David Creely they were too new to be identifiable, but she knew that they were strong and they weren't going away.
She started her search at The Gray Lamp, searching through faces but not finding the one she was looking for. In her own car she drove around the old God’s Reapers’ warehouse and the warehouse on Marigold Street. Both locations were dark and empty and quiet, pieces of yellow police tape still flapping in the wind.
She knew what her last resort was…Hillary Sweetie. She was the lady of one of the bikers. She had been seen at the warehouse, and it was at Hillary’s trailer that Olivia had first met David. Hillary would know where David was; the problem was she would never tell Olivia. Hillary knew that Olivia was a cop, and therefore she would never trust her. Olivia couldn’t ask her. If she did, Hillary might tell the God’s Reapers that Olivia was looking for them, and they would see it as a threat. Olivia only wanted one Reaper to know she was looking for him.
If she couldn’t ask Hillary, then she would have to follow her. It was her only lead. She would have to watch Hillary and follow her everywhere she went in the hopes that the woman would lead her to David. Even though she had spent her entire day at work, at eleven o’clock Olivia stopped for a coffee and then parked her car on Hillary’s corner and waited.
CHAPTER FIVE
David spent the night sitting out on the front porch. He was in too much pain to sleep. His face and his heart too much for him to pass into a peaceful slumber. So he spent the night sitting on his front steps, chain-smoking cigarettes, flicking his gas lighter on, watching the spark turn into flame, and then slamming the lid shut, killing the fire and extinguishing the light.
It was after midnight when a car appeared on the horizon. The safe house was tucked away in the northwestern corner of Marina’s Crest, surrounded by empty, abandoned houses. Sometimes a light would appear in the window of the one of the other houses—the red, burning tip of a
Olivia nodded as the recording ended. When the detective turned around, she discreetly grabbed her phone and slipped it into her pocket. “Thanks so much for letting me see this, Detective Farraday. It’s hard out there on the streets every day. Sometimes it feels like you’re not doing anything all,” Olivia said as she made her way to the door.
“You gotta put in your dues, Waters. Nobody likes it, but it makes you a better detective. Besides, you do good work out on the street. Keep doing what you’re doing.” Olivia thanked her and headed for the door. He heart was pounding and her hand was wrapped around the phone in her pocket. She was sure that she was going to be stopped, or feel an arm on her shoulder and someone telling her this had been a test and she’d failed. But no one stopped her. Olivia and her recording stepped out into the precinct, and she allowed herself to breath normally.
Olivia had the evidence now. She could prove that she wasn’t the person who had sent the cops to God’s Reapers. Someone else had done it; someone who was working from the inside, but it wasn’t a mole. It was someone doing their own thing, using the cops to get rid of the Reapers. But why would a Reaper do that to his brothers?
Her shift was over and Olivia changed out of her uniform and into her street clothes. As she dressed, she wondered where on earth David could be. She knew he hadn’t run away. He still had to be in Marina’s Crest somewhere, but where. Where could he be and how could Olivia find him. She needed to find him. She needed to tell him that she wasn't what he thought. But she didn’t ask herself why this was so important, why a woman like Olivia would care about the opinion of someone like David Creely. But she did care. She couldn’t stand that he might think that she had betrayed him. She wasn’t sure what her feelings were for David Creely they were too new to be identifiable, but she knew that they were strong and they weren't going away.
She started her search at The Gray Lamp, searching through faces but not finding the one she was looking for. In her own car she drove around the old God’s Reapers’ warehouse and the warehouse on Marigold Street. Both locations were dark and empty and quiet, pieces of yellow police tape still flapping in the wind.
She knew what her last resort was…Hillary Sweetie. She was the lady of one of the bikers. She had been seen at the warehouse, and it was at Hillary’s trailer that Olivia had first met David. Hillary would know where David was; the problem was she would never tell Olivia. Hillary knew that Olivia was a cop, and therefore she would never trust her. Olivia couldn’t ask her. If she did, Hillary might tell the God’s Reapers that Olivia was looking for them, and they would see it as a threat. Olivia only wanted one Reaper to know she was looking for him.
If she couldn’t ask Hillary, then she would have to follow her. It was her only lead. She would have to watch Hillary and follow her everywhere she went in the hopes that the woman would lead her to David. Even though she had spent her entire day at work, at eleven o’clock Olivia stopped for a coffee and then parked her car on Hillary’s corner and waited.
CHAPTER FIVE
David spent the night sitting out on the front porch. He was in too much pain to sleep. His face and his heart too much for him to pass into a peaceful slumber. So he spent the night sitting on his front steps, chain-smoking cigarettes, flicking his gas lighter on, watching the spark turn into flame, and then slamming the lid shut, killing the fire and extinguishing the light.
It was after midnight when a car appeared on the horizon. The safe house was tucked away in the northwestern corner of Marina’s Crest, surrounded by empty, abandoned houses. Sometimes a light would appear in the window of the one of the other houses—the red, burning tip of a
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