Finding the Line Draft 1 CH 01

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#50 of Once Broken

draft 1 of Book 1 in the inheriting the Line Series.

Denton is simply a police detective looking to catch the bad guys and bed the willing guys. unfortunately for him, the investigation into the quadruple murder of a prominent Denver family leads him to the discovery of a secret society in the midst of a crisis that might be linked to his own existence.

a 911 call sends Denton to the wealthy part of town

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Denton whistled through his teeth. "That's one big fucking place."

"It's a mansion," Alice said, "Of course it's big."

He nodded. It had too be five hundred yards away, white marble, columns. The place could probably house everyone who worked at the station, and their extended families.

They were standing by their car, in front of the gate, along with two other unmarked cars and four squad cars. They were waiting for the gate to be unlocked.

"Detective Cooper!" the uniformed officer with the phone to her ear yelled.

Alice looked at him. "What, Carpenter?"

"The security company finally agreed to unlock the gate."

At that moment the gate clicked loudly, and started opening.

"Finally." She ran her hands over her head, pushing her long ears back. She shook herself, and her gray fur settled down.

"You need to learn not to let stuff bother you, Alice," Denton said.

She shot him a glare and he raised his spotted hands to appease her.

"Alright, We're driving to the house, but no one goes in until I say so, got it?"

Everyone nodded.

Denton slipped in the passenger seat, knowing better than to even try to take the driver's side. Alice had never let him drive the car in the six years they had been partners. The first time he'd tried, on that first day working together, she'd decked him.

She got behind the wheel and followed the two cars in front of her. The driveway to the house was lined with perfectly trimmed hedges, nothing fancy, just a square hedge, but he'd swear the corners were perfect ninety degrees.

As they got closer the mansion became even more impressive. four floors, at a quick count thirty windows per floor, if it was two windows per room, that was fifteen rooms, on this side. he had no idea how deep the place was.

"Who the fuck lives in a place like this?" he let out.

"The Lewistons," She offered.

He looked at her. "The Lewistons? As in *the* Lewistons? The guys who paid for half the new library? Donated the money to build the school last year?"

"And had a new wing added to the college, and keep the two soup kitchens alive. Yeah, those Lewistons."

"Fuck me."

She slowed the car to a stop. "Really? You're asking me to fuck you?" she looked at him and raised a finger. "One, I'm married, remember?" She pointed to the ring in her ear. "And two, I'm a girl, since when do you let girls get in your pants?"

Denton's ears shook, and he rolled his eyes. "It's a figure of speech and you know it." He got out of the car, two other detectives were already waiting by the door, with two uniformed officers standing nearby.

"Reilly," he said, nodding to one, "Flint." to the other.

"Brislow," Flint replied coldly, while his partner, the German Shepherd, just glared.

"Behave, the three of you," Alice said. "Or I'm sending you home." She looked everyone over. "Alright everyone. We're here because we got a call of something that sounded like gun shots, and no one is answering the phone."

"Who called it in?" A giraffe in uniform asked.

"We don't know, Matilda. The caller didn't leave his name, and he was on a prepaid cell so we couldn't trace it. As you can see this is a big place. Reilly, Flint, you take the top floor. Matilda, you and Jefferson take the third. Carpenter, and Narn, the second. Opis, and Dresden, the first. Me and Brislow will take the basement."

Everyone nodded.

"If you find something suspicious, secure the scene. if there are victims, see to them, then report it. When we finish clearing our respective floors, we'll join you." She turned to the door, then turned back. "Oh, and Carpenter, remember to wear gloves this time."

The gazelle raised her hands to show she was already wearing them.