Detective Becca Talbot from my latest release, Killer Scents
Here’s a short scene of hers....
A car horn blared behind her, jolting her in her seat at the same time the light turned yellow, then red. The irate driver honked again and yelled out his window. “What the hell’s the matter with you? Shouldn’t you be home baking cookies or something? Do everyone a favour and leave the big toys to the men.”
Becca sucked air through clenched teeth, reminding herself she wasn’t a cop on duty anymore. She turned the key off, set her bike on its kickstand, and counted to ten under her breath as she sauntered back to where the driver stared wide-eyed at her.
“Listen, why don’t you just turn yourself around like a good girl before things get ugly.”
Becca reached his door and jerked it open. “Get out.”
“What? Are you nuts?” He chuckled. “Trust me, you do not want me to get out of this car.”
Before the driver had a chance to move, Becca pulled him out of the car and threw him belly-up on the hood of his fancy Mercedes. She twisted his arm behind his back and leaned over him until her mouth was a whisper from the silver fringe of hair above his ear. “Listen, asshole, you’re lucky I’m in a good mood. I suggest you learn some manners on how to treat a lady before you open that fat trap of yours again.”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He strained to turn his face toward a group of bystanders. “Someone call the cops. She’s f***ing crazy.”
Becca laughed, and so did most of the crowd.
“What’s the matter? You don’t want to call the cops on a little girl like me, do you?” She kept hold of his arm and pulled him upright, shoving him into the driver’s seat. “Now I suggest you take your sorry ass home and check your undies.” She slammed the door and strutted back to her bike while the crowd erupted in applause. Before she twisted the throttle, she glanced back.
“Have a nice day.” She smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes over the rim of her shades. The driver mopped his damp forehead.
Her heart beat a hundred miles an hour as she rode away. What the hell did I just do? Becca hadn’t lost her temper like that in years. When she first joined the force she’d been reprimanded several times for her quick fuse, and had to quickly master reining in her anger.
Why now? Sure the guy was a chauvinistic pig, but he didn’t deserve to have her go all psycho on him. If she wasn’t so embarrassed about her behavior she’d turn around and apologize. She smirked. In any case, I bet he thinks twice the next time he’s pissed at a chick on a bike.
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