Welcome to August and this week’s Tuesday Tales. I am continuing with The While Dahlia, Book Four of the Harvester Files. Some of the posts may be quite graphic and i will warn you when that’s the case.
Now that we are moving into the new story line, I’ll share the cover with you.
Here you go. Enjoy!
Six years later
Heart pounding, long legs moving like those of a speed walker in a marathon, Beth scrambled through the obstacle course that was the bullpen to get back to her small office without spilling scalding hot coffee all over herself. She arched an eyebrow. Why was it she could sit in there for hours, counting the holes in the ceiling tiles, and that damn phone never rang, but the second she left the room, the bells jangled loudly enough to wake the dead?
Weekday night shifts as Acting Supervisor in Homicide at the 73rd was supposed to be a temporary assignment until the department shrink said she could go back on the streets. But three weeks had stretched to six, then nine, now twelve. If this were a promotion, they could shove it where the sun didn’t shine.
How was she ever supposed to get back into the field? She still wasn’t sleeping—how the hell could she with her days and nights blurred like a newborn baby’s? Her bodily injuries had healed, and she had a few more scars, but it would take a long time for her head to catch up.
The phone, still three desks away, jangled once more, yanking her back to the empty bullpen, making her walk faster and pray she didn’t sprain an ankle. So far, all she’d done was assign cases, take reports, and submit paperwork, not the job she’d expected when she’d passed her sergeant’s exams. She was a detective, maybe not as hard-boiled as a few she could name, but definitely more than some damn paper pusher. Unfortunately, until the psychiatrist cleared her for full duty, this was where she had to stay. Even Beth Reynolds, who apparently had magic horseshoes up her ass, had to follow orders, whether she agreed with them or not.
Tonight had been busier than any Thursday since she’d started here—and that wasn’t a good thing. Night shift on Homicide meant eight detectives, including herself, four teams in total. Three were out on cases, while Erica, her temporary partner, had clocked out a couple of hours earlier. The last thing Beth needed at a crime scene was a new mother with stomach flu. Hopefully, the call was from one of the other teams on the way back.
Going out on a case on her own while on modified duty was a little like playing Russian Roulette.
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