A Fair Cop
February 23, 2012.
Ellora's Cave (ebook)
Publisher’s Note: This story is currently in another publisher’s print anthology titled, After Hours.
Nipping back into school for forgotten papers didn't seem such a risky activity for teacher Ella Carrack. But this night is different when she walks right into a turf war between two local gangs—the Wolves and the Vamps—and ends up in grave danger.
Enter...police officer Sam Willard, who proposes an outrageous and completely unprofessional means of saving her life. He succeeds...oh boy, does he succeed.
However, being rescued is just the beginning. Ella has become thrown into a world of the paranormal...and nothing will ever be the same again.
"A Pixie?" Ella Carrack had been a high school teacher far too long to believe that for one second. Pixies—if they existed, which was highly unlikely in her opinion—were not six-foot hunks wearing police uniforms and lots of heavy-looking equipment hanging from shoulders and belt. In the dark, (she'd always thought the school had better perimeter lights) the shadowy figure looked vaguely familiar: A student celebrating Halloween early no doubt.
"Yes ma'am," he replied.
Might as well play along before handing out a Saturday detention. "And you're here, why?" She stepped forward, wanting to see exactly whom she'd be writing up for trespassing after school hours.
In reply, he grabbed her by the waist and threw her to the ground, his firm, powerful body landing directly on top of her as something whined overhead. "Because somebody's shooting ahead of time."
Sounded like several somebodies, but now wasn't the time to quibble. Nor was it the right moment to fully appreciate the male body that covered every inch of hers. This was clearly no adolescent.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his breath warm against her hair.
"I came in to pick up some tenth grade math tests," she muttered. Midterm reports were due Monday. Mind you, if the bullets kept flying, she might not have to worry about getting her paperwork in on time. "What the hell's going on?" She didn't normally swear at a police officer but excused herself in the circumstances. "And would you please get off me." By the pressure against the small of her back, he was enjoying the closeness at lot more than she was.
"Didn't Mr. Bryce request no one work late this evening?" the Pixie policeman asked. Not budging an inch.
"Nipping back for five minutes for something I forgot isn't working late."
"But just as dangerous," he said. She wasn't about to argue as another something whined overhead and pinged against the Dumpster, followed by an unearthly yell. "You need to get out of here."
She wouldn't argue that point. "Okay." He shifted halfway off her. She still couldn't move, but at least she had full use of her lungs back. "What on earth's happening? And what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to adjudicate."
"Adjudicate what?" A loud bang and a whoop that could have been a yell of pain sounded a few yards away. "What's going on?"
He gave a little gasp, as if suddenly understanding. "Damn, you're a Mundane! What are you doing here?"
"I told you. I forgot some papers I need to grade."
He muttered something but didn't budge much. She tried to wriggle from under him, but it was like trying to lift a car off her back. Not that she'd ever had to do that, but lying on the grimy ground of the schoolyard left her unable (or perhaps unwilling) to appreciate the fine male bod mashed against hers.
"Will you get off me so I can go home?"
He paused as if pondering that possibility. The weight on her back eased as though he'd moved, when he muttered, "Too late, I'm afraid."
Copyright © 2012 Rosemary Laurey