I rolled my eyes at his use of that word. He’d called me that the day that he’d pulled me over and given me a ticket. I hadn’t liked it then, not at all.
But now? It wasn’t that bad.
“Have a good day, Cas,” I whispered.
Castiel’s eyes twinkled as he said, “Murder and mayhem. Always a way to ensure that a good time is had by all.”
With that, he started his bike. Easton, at some point during our conversation, had walked over to an obviously unmarked police cruiser and gotten inside.
Within seconds of his goodbye, both men were gone.
I watched them go until they were completely out of the parking lot and out of sight.
Only then did I think about the man that’d been leaning against his car.
But when I looked back, he was gone, too.
His car was still there, though.
I thought about reporting it but chose to leave that for another day.
I had more than enough on my plate at that moment in time.Chapter 13I’m not a morning person or a night person. There are a few minutes at around three o’clock that I’m a decent person, and that’s it.
-Castiel to Turner
Castiel
“You headed home?” Easton said as I stood up with my trash in my hands.
“Headed to Turner’s place.” I shook my head. “I want to make sure she’s okay.”
Easton nodded and gathered his own trash as well. “That’s good for me. I’m ready to get some shut eye, anyway. This case is quite suffocating with no leads to follow, and only a hunch and instinct to guide me. My mental game needs to be recharged with a good night’s rest.”
I agreed.
“I’ll be back in the morning, though,” I said. “Let me know if you need anything between now and then.”
Easton waved me away. “I won’t be bothering you. Anything that comes up besides another murder is something we can take care of in the morning with fresh eyes.”
Agreeing with him, I left and drove straight to the lake. Unfortunately, when I got there, the gates were closed, so I had to park outside the gates and walk in.
I was about a quarter of a mile from where Turner parked her RV, and I could see the behemoth lit up like a shrimp boat in the middle of a pitch-black ocean when I saw the man leaning against his car smoking a cigarette.
He was located in the park/day play area that usually closed around dusk every evening.
“How’s it going,” I mumbled as I walked.
He grunted in reply, and I took that as a ‘don’t talk to me’ and kept walking toward Turner’s door.
Which happened to be why I heard the voices coming from the inside of the RV when I got to the front door.
I was sure, had I come up on my bike, she would’ve shut that shit down the moment she’d heard me.
But I’d surprised her.
Frowning at the moans and groans that I could hear rocking the trailer, I pounded hard on the door and waited for her to open it.
She did moments later.
The sound shut off immediately.
My eyes raked up her body.
She didn’t look turned on. She also didn’t look like she’d been watching porn only two seconds before.
Her cheeks weren’t flushed, and she sure as shit didn’t look aroused in the slightest.
She was wearing sweatpants that were three sizes too big for her, a t-shirt that looked like it belonged to her dad, and a pair of slippers that were little kitties with vampire fangs.
She was also wearing reading glasses.
Oh, and her hair.
It was a riot of curls all around her face, the springy mass going this way and that.
I couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re having fun without me?” I accused.
She rolled her eyes and pushed the door open wide, then stepped back so I could come in.
“I wouldn’t say that,” she admitted. “I am getting some work done, though.”
That’s when I walked in to see porn paused on the large flat screen above the fireplace. There was a computer in front of the screen, also playing porn, as well as a program opened up with the cursor blinking at the part where she’d paused.
“What the hell?” I asked in confusion.
Turner walked over to her computer and pressed a button, causing the porn to come off both screens.
“I do subtitles for porn.”
I blinked.
Then blinked again.
“You do what?” I sounded as confused as I was.
“I do subtitles for porn,” she repeated, then rewound something on her laptop and played it back. It was on silent, so I didn’t hear the words. Though I did see the subtitles. “Oh, fuck yes. Take me in the cunt. Put your pork sword in there and fuck me.”
As I read those words aloud, Turner started to laugh.
“You couldn’t have found something better to write?” I asked. “Who the hell uses pork sword?”
But as I asked this, I continued to watch, but instead of watching the antics on the screen, I was paying more attention to the subtitles at the bottom.