Introducing ...
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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