Here's two scenes from this month's upcoming chapter for Dakotah Slade Paranormal/Detective. Notice neither scene includes the title character. I was just trying to be misleading :p
1x01 “Directly into the Fire”
Released on http://www.patreon.com/99geek on June 2018
“That’s him,” a voice in her ear said, and Sara squirmed.
She wasn’t used to having hidden ear pieces on her. She also wasn’t used to
walking in heels, especially with so many eyes on her. She crossed the club
slowly, approaching her target in as inconspicuously a fashion as she could.
“Bartender!” she called, leaning over the wooden bar. “I’d
like a Dackery.”
“I think you mean a Daiquiri,” her target said, leaning
over.
She smiled at the short haired person of interest. “Hello,”
she said trying to put on her best flirt in the five thousand dollar dress
she’d been given on loan. “You look dangerous, what do you—“
“Cut!” Yelled a voice off set. Her target, a fellow officer
of the OPP, sighed and shook his head. “Dangerous?” the detective in charge
said, stepping onto their training set with angry stomping footsteps. “Are you
trying to get yourself tipped off and killed?” She was a hardened older Asian
woman, lead detective of Missassauga’s second precinct.
Sara dug her finger into her ear, digging out the earpiece
and slapping it onto the table. “I suck at undercover,” she said to the older
woman. “I always have.”
“Then why volunteer?” Detective Jiao complained angrily,
pursing her lips.
“I had to do something,” Sara said, kicking off her clumsy
high heels. “As long as the Cyclops gang continues distributing narcotics in
our city, more and more poverty stricken kids are going to throw away their
lives.” Jiao gave her scrutinizing look. “Okay, I was also hoping having a role
in bringing down the gang would finally push my application forward for
detective.”
“I don’t understand, Officer Warley,” Jian said, her hands
going to her hips. “You came with nothing but the most glowing recommendations
from Sue. I can’t imagine any reason you shouldn’t already be up for
detective.”
“I was,” Sara said bitterly. “And then ‘extraneous
circumstances’ happened and my badge, that was meant to be mine, got given away
to a newbie. Some rookie officer fresh out of academy.”
“You mean some man,” Jian said, and she gave the officer who
had been working the scene with Sara a scathing look.
“What did I do?” the man said, frowning at both women.
“Go get changed,” Jian said to him with disdain. She turned
back to Sara. “You can return back to District three and tell Chief Harrington
that we’ll be continuing with our sting without you. You can let her know that
your performance was exemplary, and I merely thought your investigational
talents would be best used distinguishing potential grow-op sites in your
district.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Sara said to her. She looked around the wooden
training set, and found her combat boots kicked into a corner.
“I’ll want that report on grow-op sites on next Monday,” she
said sternly, but with a kind smile. “I’ll tell you the results of our sting
then. Operation Odysseus can be a success if all the police precincts in
Mississauga can just work together.”
* *
*
It wasn’t until she was all the way back at her precinct did
Sara notice that she hadn’t taken off the dress they’d given her for the
training scenario. Only now, as everyone’s heads were turning towards her, did
she wonder how she ever forgot. The dress was lacy and shimmered in the light a
royal blue.
“Looking good Officer Warley,” the man behind the desk said
as she stepped into the precinct. He was an elderly moustached man named Stan.
“Bite me Stan,” she said, giving him the finger.
Stan frowned. “She’s rude today,” he muttered to himself.
Sara made it to her desk and begun typing up her report to
the sergeant. She hadn’t gotten far into Detective Jian’s plans for Operation
Odysseus before two hands planted themselves on her desk.
“Victim of the walk of shame, officer Warley?” Derek said,
leaning over her. Sara was pretty sure he was trying to get a peek down her
dress. She covered her C-cup bra with her arm and gave him a scathing look.
“I was doing undercover training,” she told him. “Can I help
you detective Blake?”
Derek Blake had spikey black hair, that it was obvious he
spent too much time grooming in the mirror every morning to look just right.
Taking his hands off her desk, he slid one into the grey blazer of his suit,
and popped a stick of gum in his mouth.
“When are you gonna give up this ice queen act and go on a
date with me?” Derek asked, harassing her for what must have been the millionth
time. “One date. Wear that dress and I guarantee it’ll be on my floor by
morning.”
Sara felt a shudder run through her spine. “Is that supposed
to be a selling point?” She made a face, and tried to ignore the precinct’s
creepiest detective to continue her work.
“Come on Warley,” Blake said. “Don’t be a prune.”
“You mean a prude?”
Derek leaned in so close she could smell his breath and feel
it against her neck. “I’ve dated every woman who works here except for you and
the chief. What’s the problem? You think you’re better than them? You gay or something?”
Sara grabbed a pen on her desk. “How do you think I knew my
first fucking day to avoid you?” she asked him. “I’d sooner date women than
date you. Now back the fuck up before I jam this pen in your eye.” He didn’t do
as he was told.
Instead he frowned and reached his arm across her keyboard
to troll her backspace key. "Why are you always such a bitch?" he said. She didn’t even give him the chance. Springing from
her chair, she grabbed his hand and twisted it behind his back, slamming him
face first into her desk and knocking a days old cup of coffee all over the
floor.
There was a quiet clapping, and across the sea of desks and
cubicles and through a glass wall Sara spotted Makayla in the science lab applauding
her support. A spattering of claps around the room joined with hers and quickly
died away. The black computer nerd gave Sara a nod and returned to her work.
Derek squirmed under her grip, but it was pretty clear while
he’d been busy creeping on women, she’d been spending her time lifting weights
in the gym.
“Let the hell go of me Warley,” he shouted, and she twisted
harder until she got a yelp from him. “I’ll go to IA with this.”
“Show them the camera footage you mean,” Sara asked, looking
at the camera pointed right at her. “I guess I came to YOUR desk to harass YOU,
pulled you from your chair, dragged you over here, and slammed you into my
desk.” She leaned in close so that he could feel her breath on his neck. “You
think that’s what the cameras will show.”
She released Detective Blake, his spray on tan doing little
to hide the new shade of white he’d turned. Back away from her, he looked down
at the coffee she’d spilt on the floor and pointed to it. “Clean that up
Warley,” he said loudly. “That’s an order.” With that, he truned his back t her
and slunk defeated back to his cubicle across the precinct.
Sara returned to her desk, she didn’t even get the luxury of
a cubicle, and was about to get back to her report when a young junior officer
bent down beside her desk to clean up the spill with a paper towel.
“That was really bad ass,” Claire said, cleaning Sara’s
mess.
“Did I give you permission to talk to me,” Sara snapped,
immediately feeling guilty but not being in the mood to be reminded of her old
partner.
“Go easy on her,” he old partner said, Karl joining them at
her desk. Sara had been Karl’s mentor for years, and the time had finally come
both for him to mentor someone of his own, and for her to advance to detective.
A promotion that still hadn’t come.
“Did I ever go easy on you?” Sara asked him, saving her
progress before anyone attempted to troll her again.
“I suppose not,” he said with a shrug.
Sara sighed and offered Claire a hand back to her feet. She
threw out the soiled paper towels in Sara garbage bin. “He ever try anything with you?” Sara asked,
referring to Derek.
Claire shook her head, obviously knowing what Sara meant.
“Detective Blake has only talked to me a few times,” she told Sara.
“I always try to be nearby anytime we’re in the station,” Karl
added. “At least until she gets used to things around here.”
“Well here’s your first lesson from your teacher’s teacher,”
Sara told the kid. Claire had blonde hair like Sara’s but while Sara’s was
straight and to just under her shoulders, Claire’s was shorter and curved in a
pretty bob at her neck. She had a wide innocent smile and blue eyes, looked no
older than nineteen, though she was apparently twenty three. Sara just turned
thirty last week.
“If someone told you the hashtag me too movement meant the
end of sexism,” she continued, “Someone lied.”
“Did you hear the news,” Karl said, Sara’s words reminding
him of something. “The new detective starts today.”
“You’re kidding me,” Sara said, dropping her hand on her
keyboard. At this rate she was never going to get her report done. “Is he here?
I’ll kick his ass, where is he?”
“He’s not in yet,” Karl told her with a smile.
“I’ll tell you when I see him,” Claire said.
“Don’t do that,” Karl told Claire. “Didn’t you hear her. She
said she’s going to kick his ass.”
“Right,” Claire said. “Sorry. So I should keep them away
from each other.”
“Just stay out of it,” Sara told her. “I’m sure this new
detective is a big boy. He can handle whatevers coming for him.”
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