Ex Meridian Read online A.E. Via (Nothing Special #7)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nothing Special Series by A.E. Via
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
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Gang bangers that his team had suspected in Evan Martin’s death were starting to disappear or come up hurt. God knew if he kept going, he wouldn’t have to find his problem, it was going come to him.

“You got it.” Steele and his partner Tech left to speak with the officers standing around the forensics truck as they bagged the evidence.

“We need to find the younger Stewart,” Syn said. He looked around the scene and spotted a couple of beat officers they knew well, and waved them over.

The two men jogged across a clear area of the lawn in their dark blue polyester uniforms. Holmes and Drakeson were two of the good guys who admired the hard work that God and his team put in, regardless of their sexualities. Even after all this time, after all they’d accomplished together as a team for the good of the city, they were constantly having to prove themselves because of their orientation. The moment shit got crazy on the streets, they blamed it on them. That they were focused on each other and not the job.

“This is a real shit storm, huh, God?” Drakeson said when he got to them, waving his big arm towards the wrecked property. He was the older of the two, a mentor to his twenty-seven-year-old partner.

“This is one of your primary suspect’s places ain’t it?” Holmes asked, pulling out a small spiral notebook from his jacket pocket. “Stewart, right?”

God nodded and answered, “Yeah. We got a BOLO out on Marcus Stewart.”

“You guys question any of the neighbors yet?” Syn asked, staying on business.

“Everyone’s homes are pretty spread out in this area, so the ones I spoke to didn’t see anything; only heard the shots that started around two in the morning and lasted about three to four minutes. We’ll expand the canvasing a bit farther but if a person hears machine guns around here, they’re not coming out of the security of their homes to get a better look.”

“I hear ya.” God clapped the officer on his shoulder when he walked by. “Nice work. You guys make sure I get a copy of your field report when you clear the scene.”

“You’ll have it tonight, God,” Holmes agreed. He pulled his dark shades over his eyes, preparing to leave then stopped suddenly. “How about I come by and deliver it myself to Vikki? Make sure it gets into good hands.”

Day scoffed and Drakeson turned to leave his partner on his own.

Syn snorted, shaking his head as he walked away. “Sad.”

Holmes’s cheeks flushed even redder. “Day you said you’d put in a good word for me.”

Day followed God back to the truck, appearing not the least bit interested in playing matchmaker for anyone. Their assistant Vikki used to be partners with their first officer, Ronowski, years ago, but she’d been injured in the line of duty. After trying to work for the DA for a while, she quickly came back home. Now she was the deputy admin officer for their task force. She was almost like a big sister to all of them, and not one to mess with. Everyone in the precinct knew the way to God and Day was through her.

Holmes forgot about his duty and trailed behind them, practically groveling. “All you gotta do is tell her I’m a nice guy, man. Oh! And, tell her that I volunteered to help you guys at your next LGBTQ police academy fundraiser. But... but, don’t make her think I’m not... straight.”

“Tell her yourself,” Day said, having to damn near yank his door out of Holmes’s grip to close it. Day lowered the window, letting out their little bit of heat.

“But, but I don’t know...” Holmes pouted in Day’s face.

God rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake.” He revved his engine, glaring at Holmes and his pitifulness. “Whoever came up with the phrase, ‘you got a face only a mother could love’, was definitely thinking about you... now get off my truck, you’re making me late.”

“Fuck you, God.” Holmes stepped back and flipped him off.

God couldn’t help but laugh as he drove around the curved driveway and down the hill to the main road.

“You know that kid is hot as hell.” Day chuckled, holding on to the oh-shit bar when God took the corner too fast. “You’re gonna give him self-esteem issues.”

God smirked but didn’t say anything. He’d make it up to Holmes the next time they were all out for drinks. But, he still wasn’t gonna help the guy get Vikki without some groveli—

“Stop!” Syn blurted from the back seat.

God slammed on the brakes, tires skidding, not wasting time to ask why. If Syn said stop he needed to stop. Day jerked forward then back in his seat when his belt locked. God’s gaze went to his rearview mirror as Syn stared behind them.


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