Sweet Dreams by Aaron Patterson Read Free Book Online
Authors: Aaron Patterson
looked into a few of the cellblocks but nothing seemed out of order, nothing except the missing prisoners. Once he was back in his Crown Vic and driving again, he glanced up at the sky and saw one out of place cloud that looked down on him like a big brother waiting to give him a swift punch to the arm. Kirk turned on the radio and found the 80s rock station.
His left arm held the steering wheel firmly, and just the bottom of a tattoo showed under the sleeve of his white Tshirt. His forearm revealed a scar from a bullet that grazed him last year. He could still feel the rain as it fell like a flood making it almost impossible to see more then ten yards in front of you. He had run down a suspected drug trafficker and as soon as Kirk showed his badge, the idiot ran. Kirk pounded
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pavement after him and cornered him in a dingy alley, behind a laundry mat on Sixth Street back in Detroit. It ended in a wet bloody shooting with Kirk hit but not bad and the idiot dead with two well-placed bullet holes in his heart. Kirk rubbed the scar and adjusted his dark sunglasses; he patted his .45 Glock that sat nicely in his side holster and remembered what his instructor had said over and over again-- never leave home without it.
The sun would be setting in a few hours; he wanted to scope out the food warehouse before it closed. He knew he had to work fast before his boss got wind of it.
"Whatever! I'll just tell him one of the little dead convict's momma told me her little boy had a friend that works there." He smirked and then turned off the expressway and headed toward the northeast.
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Chapter Four
SUN RAYS STREAMED INTO THE SUITE LIKE SOFT
whispers from the morning sun to its true love the lowering moon. The sheer white curtains allowed a few beams of warm light to fall on Marks face as they tried to gently wake him from a deep sleep. Mark rolled over, trying to trick his mind into believing that it was still early and he had more time to sleep then he did.
Warm October air drifted through the window, filling the room with the scent of maple trees and roasted coffee beans as it mixed with the diner a block up the street. Groaning, Mark looked over at K as she slept, he touched her soft skin and traced the outline of her face. She was everything to him, he thought of how he was happy, and for a brief moment, he wished that he could freeze time. He wanted to be like this forever, to lay next to his true love, his soul mate and drink in her beauty. "Good morning, honey." He watched as K opened her eyes and smiled. "It's ten o'clock. We should get going. I think check-out is at eleven." K mumbled something, and then snuggled deeper into the pile of pillows and blankets.
Mark forced his legs to move, stumbled to the bathroom, got the shower going, and stepped in. The hot water hit his back and he sighed as he began to wake up from the morning fog his brain had left him in, he could feel the steam fill his nostrils.
"Baby?" he yelled from the bathroom.
"I'm up, Hmmmm," she moaned, "that is one comfortable bed."
"What?" Mark yelled as the water drowned out the sound of K's voice.
"Nothing, hon. I'm going to definitely need a coffee today," she mumbled as she pulled herself up out of bed. Leaving the shower going, Mark slipped out of the bathroom and pulled a towel around his waist. He snuck up behind K, who was going through her suitcase looking for the new powder pink shirt she had bought yesterday, she knew Mark loved her in pink so she thought it was worth the price tag. Mark grabbed K from behind, making her jump and scream.
"Mark! Stop! You scared me!" Pushing him on the bed, she turned and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her so she could take a shower in peace.
Mark laughed as he grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on. He was a comfort person; that is to say, he liked to have on a broken-in pair of jeans with a T-shirt. He didn't
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mind a suit, but only
His left arm held the steering wheel firmly, and just the bottom of a tattoo showed under the sleeve of his white Tshirt. His forearm revealed a scar from a bullet that grazed him last year. He could still feel the rain as it fell like a flood making it almost impossible to see more then ten yards in front of you. He had run down a suspected drug trafficker and as soon as Kirk showed his badge, the idiot ran. Kirk pounded
SWEET
DREAMS
41
pavement after him and cornered him in a dingy alley, behind a laundry mat on Sixth Street back in Detroit. It ended in a wet bloody shooting with Kirk hit but not bad and the idiot dead with two well-placed bullet holes in his heart. Kirk rubbed the scar and adjusted his dark sunglasses; he patted his .45 Glock that sat nicely in his side holster and remembered what his instructor had said over and over again-- never leave home without it.
The sun would be setting in a few hours; he wanted to scope out the food warehouse before it closed. He knew he had to work fast before his boss got wind of it.
"Whatever! I'll just tell him one of the little dead convict's momma told me her little boy had a friend that works there." He smirked and then turned off the expressway and headed toward the northeast.
SWEET
DREAMS
43
Chapter Four
SUN RAYS STREAMED INTO THE SUITE LIKE SOFT
whispers from the morning sun to its true love the lowering moon. The sheer white curtains allowed a few beams of warm light to fall on Marks face as they tried to gently wake him from a deep sleep. Mark rolled over, trying to trick his mind into believing that it was still early and he had more time to sleep then he did.
Warm October air drifted through the window, filling the room with the scent of maple trees and roasted coffee beans as it mixed with the diner a block up the street. Groaning, Mark looked over at K as she slept, he touched her soft skin and traced the outline of her face. She was everything to him, he thought of how he was happy, and for a brief moment, he wished that he could freeze time. He wanted to be like this forever, to lay next to his true love, his soul mate and drink in her beauty. "Good morning, honey." He watched as K opened her eyes and smiled. "It's ten o'clock. We should get going. I think check-out is at eleven." K mumbled something, and then snuggled deeper into the pile of pillows and blankets.
Mark forced his legs to move, stumbled to the bathroom, got the shower going, and stepped in. The hot water hit his back and he sighed as he began to wake up from the morning fog his brain had left him in, he could feel the steam fill his nostrils.
"Baby?" he yelled from the bathroom.
"I'm up, Hmmmm," she moaned, "that is one comfortable bed."
"What?" Mark yelled as the water drowned out the sound of K's voice.
"Nothing, hon. I'm going to definitely need a coffee today," she mumbled as she pulled herself up out of bed. Leaving the shower going, Mark slipped out of the bathroom and pulled a towel around his waist. He snuck up behind K, who was going through her suitcase looking for the new powder pink shirt she had bought yesterday, she knew Mark loved her in pink so she thought it was worth the price tag. Mark grabbed K from behind, making her jump and scream.
"Mark! Stop! You scared me!" Pushing him on the bed, she turned and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her so she could take a shower in peace.
Mark laughed as he grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on. He was a comfort person; that is to say, he liked to have on a broken-in pair of jeans with a T-shirt. He didn't
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45
mind a suit, but only
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