Sins of a Siren Read Online Free PDF

mind.
    Box stood and pointed at Trenda’s tray. “Are you done?”
    She looked past him and did a double-take.
Oh shit, there goes the cop again.
She then drained the last of her soda and placed the empty cup on her tray. “Yeah, I’m done, thanks.”
    He placed her tray on top of his. “Can I ask you a question?”
    She watched as the cop walked toward them. “Yeah, go ahead.”
    â€œHow did you get that scratch on your face?
    Trenda gently touched her slightly swollen cut. “I was fake boxin’ with my nephew and he scratched me by accident with his watch.”
    He leaned in for a closer look. “You don’t want it to get infected. Did you put any kind of ointment on it?”
    The cop stopped at the counter and ordered a soda. “Yeah…asa matter of fact, I gotta get back to my room and put some more on it.”
    He smiled at his reflection in her dark shades as he picked up their trays. “Okay, well, if you get bored, I have a DVD player in my laptop and a bunch of movies to watch.”
    â€œI’ll think about it.” She let her eyes fall on the cop as he paid for his drink. “Where can I find you later?”
    He nodded toward the front of the train. “I’m in room D-12, two cars that way.”
    She slid across the blue vinyl bench seat, stood up and gave him a sly grin. “Oh, you think you’re slick; you’re tryin’ to get me in your room. I almost fell for ya ‘innocent teddy bear’ act.”
    He shook his head. “I assure you that’s not what I meant. As a matter of fact, if you wish, we can watch the movies up here.”
    She studied his backside as he turned and took their empty trays and placed them on the grill counter. Something about his mannerisms and thickness intrigued and warmed her. She then looked away from his behind and caught sight of the cop looking at her as he turned his can of Coke up and finished it. “Hey, I gotta go. Do you have a cell phone?”
    He turned from the counter after he and the cop exchanged a glance. “Yes I do.”
    She pulled a pen out of her purse and removed a napkin from the dispenser on the table. “Lemme have it in case I decide to call you later about the movie thing.”
    â€œ510.555.9656. What time should I expect your call?”
    Why the fuck is that cop just hangin’ around the grill if he ain’t gonna order no food?
She took a couple steps backward toward the exit. “I dunno…maybe I’ll surprise you. Bye.”
    â€œSounds good! I’ll catch you later.” He watched her turn around and walk down the corridor. He then turned and walked back to the counter and stood next to the cop. “What’s up, Officer?”
    The cop leaned back on his elbows, on the counter. “Man, you are one lucky dude! She is
hot
!”
    Box continued to stare at Trenda’s pink velour-covered, heart-shaped ass until she exited the door at the end of the car. “That, she is, my man…that, she is.” He winked at the cop. “It’s one of the perks that come with my job; you get to see a
lot
of nice sights.”

Eight
    â€œF uck!” Darius yelled after slamming his fist down on the hot, black hood of his patrol car. “Are you
sure
they were talkin’ about me?”
    His partner, Tyrone, hocked up a wad of phlegm and spat it onto the blacktop. “Hell yeah, I’m sure! I met up with our boy, Terrence, in Internal Affairs earlier today after the briefing. He told me they got your ass on video!”
    Darius placed his hands on his hips as he stared up at the bottom of the freeway underpass they’d parked under. “Did he say what I was doin’ on the tape?”
    Tyrone watched a large rat run along the curb, then disappear into the gutter across the street from them. The broken windows of the abandoned textile factory they stood in front of looked like accusing eyes.