So progress on my book has slowed a little with the busyness of the season, but I want to let everyone get a small taste of what’s to come. A small sample of Chapter One of Secrets in the Dark. Let me know what you think.
As she pushed through the heavy front door, the smell hit her. The mix of cigarette smoke and sweat. The usual night suspects sat on a bench at the front of the station. A couple of homeless bums argued over a half-empty bottle of whiskey, their clothes in tatters. The only thing they cared about was the booze to help them escape the world a while. A prostitute sat in a chair next to one of the metal desks, her clothes leaving nothing to the imagination. She winked at her arresting officer, leaning over his desk and licking her lips. She would do anything to get out of the charges, but the officer was used to this by now. He simply kept his eyes on the report, and only asked her the questions necessary to get her booked. Ann had already determined that the rich crooks shown on TV had to be made up to get people into the police force. If people knew what they would actually have to put up with to interrogate a real criminal, they would never want to be a cop. She would love to be able to question someone without having to hold her breath. Actually, she would just be happy if they would act decent. Female police officers had to get used to the lewd remarks from most of the thugs they encountered.
She made her way through the maze of desks, chairs, and filing cabinets to her desk. She had a ton of paperwork to finish from her night patrol before she could leave. When she saw the stack of papers on her desk, she groaned. How was she ever going to get done with all of these reports and get home in time for lunch?
“Hey little Annie, how was the beat last night? Heard you caught a kid back-talking his ma.”
“Don’t start with me, Tom. It was a rough night and I just want to finish up my reports so I can get home and get some sleep.”
“Hey, I was just trying to lighten the mood, little Annie,” he said with a smirk on his face.
Ann rolled her eyes as she sat down, turning her back to him. Tom was such a jerk. He was an egotistical pig who thought the only use for a woman was to fetch him a beer. Naturally, he was a little pissed when she was hired into his station a couple of years ago. She guessed he thought he could bully her out of the station the way he bullied his wife around at home, but she tried to ignore it. If she ignored him, maybe, just maybe, he would get tired of his game and find something else to do instead. Like his own work.