Steele Resolve (The Detective Jasmine Steele Series Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

call. I quickly dial Hadley.
    “What’s up home slice?” She answers in her usual perky voice. Normally this would make me laugh, but right now I still can’t stop my heart from racing.
    “You didn’t just call me did you? And you’re thirty-two so stop trying to sound like you’re twenty-one.” If there is one thing my family instilled in me, it’s to sound normal even when you’re going out of your mind. Never let anyone in when you’re freaking out, it’s none of their business if they aren’t family. Even then it’s a gray area since family is usually the one more likely to harm you.
    “At least I still look like I’m young, unlike miss-I-have-to-dye-my-hair-once-a-month-to-cover-up-the-gray and no, I didn’t call you. Why?”
    “No reason. Just checking. When’s your audition?”
    “In about an hour,” a bit of nerves creep up into her voice. I’ve heard it before but she never fails to ace everything.
    “Good luck.” I hear a sharp intake of air on the other end of the line.
    “You so did NOT say that.”
    “What?”
    “You never say good luck. That gives bad luck. Its break a leg.”
    “Okay, then break both.”
    “Too late. I’m already jinxed.”
    “Whatever you say, Hadley. I need to run.” Before she can continue to blame her success or lack thereof on me, I hang up. I quickly dial Victor at work. As the phone rings, I pull the car into drive and head to the office.
    “To what do I deserve the pleasure?” His usual greeting calms me a bit, allowing me to gain control over my heartbeat. “Do you know anyone with a private line?”
    “Only about half of the western hemisphere, why?” That is the million dollar question, why. Of course Victor’s why and my why were in reference to two totally different things, but none the less the question remains the same. Why?
    “I just got a very weird call and it’s freaking me out a bit.”
    “What did they say?”
    “The voice was muffled and I barely understood any of it,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
    “You got a prank call from a heavy breather? I wouldn’t be too worried,” he laughs to himself. “At least your gentleman callers are alive. All the women I meet are so… cold.”
    “Wow, that was just... I have no idea how to reply to that.”
    “Yeah it was a stretch, but someone had to do it,” Victor purrs. “Hate to rush, but I have patients to handle.”
    “Not like they’re going anywhere, but I understand.”
    I hear him laughing a few seconds before the line goes dead. I pull into my spot at work and rush into the building. I walk up to Officer Garrison’s desk. The young man with a desire to be the youngest detective ever, sits at his desk playing some word search game with a baseball cap on. The same cap I've written him up for wearing out on the job. He's got a uniform hat, and if I had to wear it my whole beat cop career, so does this fucker.
    “Officer, can I see you in my office please?”
    I normally love seeing the look of fear on people’s faces. That being said, right now isn’t the time for pleasure in it. He follows me to my office like a man on death row. I wish I had the time to say calm down in front of his colleagues, but my mind is elsewhere. Opening the door, I wait for him to walk in and sit down. I close my door and quickly move to my chair.
    “I need to ask you something and it cannot leave this room. Do you understand?” He simply nods his head in agreement. “If someone called me from a private number, can you find anything out about the call?”
    “I might be able to find out a general location of where it originated,” he plays with the cuticle on his right thumb. He’s nervous and I’m not making it any easier on him.
    “If I answered the phone and had a conversation, could you access what was said?”
    “I might.”
    I take out my cell phone and hand it to him.
    “Find out everything and get back to me as soon as possible.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    "Oh, and