Name: Collision Force
Author: C.A. Szarek
C.A. is originally from Ohio, but got to Texas as soon as she could. She is married and has a bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice.
She works with kids when she’s not writing.
She’s always wanted to be a writer and is overjoyed to share her stories with the world.
Cole cursed. He stared into the rear-view mirror in the busy parking lot, but saw nothing. He’d been so close this time.
The damn local police were breathing down his neck, and that was the last thing he wanted…or needed.
Cooperation, my ass. They needed to get the hell out of his case. He’d been too involved for too long, and he wasn’t about to let some Podunk police chief tell him what to do.
Not to mention that dumbass detective getting himself shot. Cole didn’t need the locals piecing it all together. He had to wrap up a few things before letting them in on his case. Full disclosure wasn’t on his list at all.
That bastard Maldonado had got away from him. Even two months later, that still chapped. But he’d tracked him here and been in town a few weeks with no clues. Until the shooting. Two goons dead and a police detective shot twice. And Maldonado had slipped back into the shadows. Cole’s gut told him the coward was still in town… He hadn’t—or couldn’t—move on. But where the hell was he?
Cole’s cell phone rang, yanking him from his thoughts.
“Lucas,” he said.
“Where the hell are you?” Olivia Barnes, his supervisor, barked at him. “Chief Martin called screaming at me. He said you told him to kiss your ass? What the hell, Cole? I told you to cooperate with them.”
Cole snorted. Chief Martin had misquoted him, but not by much.
“I don’t need them, Olivia.”
“Oh, don’t Olivia me. This was an order from higher up. Get that through your thick skull, dammit. Get to that station and make nice. Now.”
Cole sighed. His boss didn’t respond. Though her tone had brooked no argument, he’d been tempted to tell her to kiss his ass. It wasn’t like his record wasn’t tainted, and it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d told her off. But he held his tongue. He was damn good at his job, and Olivia knew it. Cole would play along, for now.
“All right,” he answered. Olivia was silent on the other end of the phone. Too silent.
“You’ve ordered me, correct?” Cole said dryly. He could almost hear her eyes narrow.
“Just like that?”
“Just like that. C’mon, Liv, I can be a good boy.”
She harrumphed. “Okay. Go kiss Chief Martin’s ass.”
“Can’t promise that, but I will go to the station.”
“Good. I can’t afford any more damage control, Agent Lucas.”
Uh oh, Agent Lucas? “Sounds like a warning.”
“It is.” Olivia lowered her voice. “I don’t want to have to yank you off the case, Cole.”
Like that would happen. “I’ll call you later.”
She started to say something, but he ended the call imagining her outraged expression—one he was quite familiar with. He smirked. Yes, he would play along…for now.
The drive to the station was short, but didn’t alleviate his irritation with the whole damn situation. He slammed the car door and winced, berating himself. He loved this car. Cole patted the hood in apology, admiring the brand new, deep metallic blue Dodge Challenger. It looked mean as hell. Like it was made for him. He’d even contemplated keeping it when this was all over.
He groaned when he took in the smallish Antioch, Texas police station, but headed inside. The asshole desk sergeant practically growled when he introduced himself, as did Chief Martin over the intercom. He ran into the female, literally, right after Sergeant Asshole-of-the-year had finally acknowledged his existence and buzzed him into the back. And although his head smarted, seeing a beautiful woman was the highlight of his morning.
“Whoa, sorry,” she said, smiling. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she had the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. She was tall and slender, and he liked what he saw. She was wearing a white button-down dress shirt and snug khaki pants, and the outfit was somehow incredibly sexy.
Cole almost missed the paddle holster at her waist, but when he saw it, he couldn’t help but admire her subtly rounded hips. Her badge was on a chain around her neck, swaying gently with her movements. A detective.
“No, I’m sorry. You all right?” he answered, trying to tear his eyes away.
He nodded. Cole bent and helped her retrieve the scattered case file contents. He latched onto a crime scene photo. Not only was she a detective, she was working his case—the pictures were all-too-familiar evidence. No doubt the local case was tied to his. He bit back a cringe.
“Ah, I don’t think we’ve met.”
They both straightened and she thanked him for his help. He tried not to stare at the items in her arms.
“Oh, I guess not. Detective Andi MacLaren. Nice to meet you.” She held out her right hand, but he couldn’t help but glance at her left before accepting her shake. No wedding ring. Good.
“Andi, huh?” He met her eyes.
“Well, it’s Andrea, but not even my mother calls me that.” She smiled.
Instinct told him she was a no muss, no fuss, hard-working kind of girl. Not overly feminine, but extremely appealing. A smattering of freckles spread across her high cheekbones and trailed over her nose. She wore little or no makeup—that drew him as well. Not his normal type at all, but gorgeous.
“And you are?” she prompted.
Cole jolted to attention. He’d been staring. And she looked as if she was oblivious. Should that bother him? Yes. Women always noticed him.
“Special Agent Cole Lucas, FBI.”
Her eyes widened, then she flashed a grin that could have only been called impish. It rivalled one he was known to give from time to time. “You’re Agent Lucas? You’ve had Chief in a tizzy all morning.” Was that admiration in her tone?
He smiled back. “Guilty,” he admitted, winking at her.
“Agent Lucas,” Chief Martin shouted from the doorway to his office.
Cole caught Detective MacLaren’s eye and shrugged. “Guess I’m being summoned.”
“Hope to catch you later…Andi.” He flashed a grin, then trotted towards the angry police chief before she could answer.