Free Concealment (The Cassano Series Book 1) by Scarlet Wolfe Page B

threatening to haul them off to jail.
    “I had grounds—”
    “Stop,” he interjects, holding his hand up in front of him.
    “Don’t even try to justify your past behavior. You pull that damn gun on an innocent person again, and probation will not be an option on the table. Understood?”
    Sighing, I stand. “Yes, sir.”
    “Good, now bring Reggie in here, so I can fill you two in on this case.”
    As I lean out of his office to call for Reg, I hear Sarge mumble something about my eager hands and behavior.
    I do have eager hands, and I like the sound of “eager behavior” over “offhand” or “impulsive.”
    Right on, Sarge. I’m using that word from now on. It sounds more justifiable, like I’m trying to be helpful. Eager.
    “Reg, get your ass in here!” I turn back and take my seat again. Bishop blows out a breath of aggravation, so I grin at him. He loves me whether he wants to admit it or not.
    I get shit done. My reckless behavior solves cases–I mean eager behavior.
    The boss man seldom sleeps, so he’s a grump most of the time. He once confided in me that he suffers from severe insomnia.
    His eyes also chronically water, so the outer corners of his grey pools have a touch of white crust to them.
    Once, when I recommended he see a doctor for both conditions, he threatened to make Flatulence Frank my partner. Frank can clear a crime scene in seconds. He’s another cop who needs to see a doctor.
    “Morning, Sarge,” Reggie says.
    “Morning.” After my partner takes the seat next to me, Bishop drags his hands down his face and picks up his cup of coffee. He takes a sip, and I’m sensing he’s stalling.
    “OK, what do you not want us knowing but have no choice than to tell us?” I ask.
    “Alright, uh, it’s about Commissioner Sanders. There is suspicion that his son, Noah, is dealing.”
    My eyes widen. “Shaw Sanders? As in the Commissioner who oversees our county police force?”
    “Noah is supposedly more arrogant than Shaw. He’s a senior in college, and from what I’ve heard over the years, he’s a bad seed.
    “His father has bailed him out of every ounce of trouble he’s almost been in. Meaning, he makes it disappear before you would even hear about it.”
    “Wow, so, what are we looking for?” Reg asks.
    “The guy is not playing around with petty crime anymore. He’s moved up the ladder, supposedly second in ranking to John Ferrera.”
    I fall back into my chair and grip the arm rests. “John Ferrera who took over for Anthony Gomez when he went to prison?”
    “Exactly.”
    “This is major,” Reggie says.
    “I need you to interview a couple of dancers at the Executive Club on Industrial Rd. Noah has a weakness for strippers.
    “Word is he’s into some twisted shit and gets rough when women don’t cooperate. He finds the ones hard up for cash or drugs and pays them to do whatever he wishes. Check it out this afternoon.”
    He hands me a slip of paper with names handwritten on it and slides a photo across the desk.
    “This is Noah. A guy beat up one of the dancers at Executive after she went home with him, and I have a suspicion it could be Sanders.
    “I need you to get a description. If it matches, then we might be able to find out if he’s dealing there.”
    I take in a heavy breath. I don’t scare easily, but this has the hair standing up on my arms.
    A major drug dealer, Anthony Gomez, was taken down about four years ago. He’s serving a lengthy prison sentence.
    John Ferrera moved up, taking over for him. I was still a cop, just not in the narcotics division, so I wasn’t in on the bust.
    John has built their dealing business back up to where it was if not more extensive. How did the son of a Commissioner end up in the middle of that mess?
    “Do you believe Shaw knows about his son’s involvement?” I ask.
    “I would like to think our Commissioner has no knowledge of this. Find out if Noah put his hands on this woman or gave her drugs.”
    Bishop knows