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“Everyone was talking about the accident,” Micah continued.
Jordan grunted and picked up her small duffle bag she took with her on patrol. She gripped the handle and turned on her heel and headed toward the door. Hopefully, the young cop got the message she didn’t want to be bothered.
“Do you think they were targeting you because you are a woman?” Micah asked as she walked alongside Jordan.
Apparently, Micah had missed the message. Jordan sighed and didn’t want to be downright rude, but she wasn’t feeling personable at the moment. She was only slightly nervous to be back in a patrol car, and her gut was screaming that Bravon was going to try something again. He was just toying with her. It was always a game of chess for him. He was going to observe her from afar and attempt to determine what her next move would be.
“Or because you are Black?”
Jordan swung around and stared at Micah. The policewoman stumbled slightly, clearly taken aback by Jordan’s sudden move. Jordan eyed her. Micah was light-skinned, of mixed heritage, what Jordan wasn’t sure of and had never asked. It wasn’t any of her business, but she assumed one of Micah’s parents had to be Black since she’d brought up the question.
“We will always be a target, Micah. For being a woman in a career deemed to be for men, or for being a member of a race that is always assumed to be a menace to society.” Jordan tightened her hand on her duffle bag. This was always a soresubject. A Black cop had to fight to gain respect but a Black female cop had to fight three times harder.
She glanced at the door of the locker room. She had almost made it out. Five more feet and she could escape.
“Was I target? Probably, but they are going to learn they picked the wrong bitch,” she growled. She brushed past Micah and left the locker room.
“It’s about time. I’ve been waiting on you.”
Jordan froze at the person in front of her posted up along the wall in front of the women’s locker room. Steel-gray eyes focused on her. Jordan swallowed hard and felt relief that it was him and not some runny-nosed rookie who thought they knew everything.
Mac.
The hardened sergeant was dressed in his uniform with CPD splashed across his ballistics vest.
“Well, sir. Had I known it was you I would be riding along with, I would have skipped my meeting with the captain and got dressed immediately.” A crooked grin spread across her face. She had to fight dancing in place.
A special glint appeared in his eyes that softened slightly in the corners.
“Call me sir again, and I’ll recommend to the captain that you are downgraded to meter maid for a month,” he muttered.
Jordan knocked her feet together and gave him her best salute.
“Yes, sir.” She couldn’t help but be an ass.
Mac’s lips curled up in his infamous grin. He pushed off the wall and came to her with one arm open. He wrapped it around her in a half hug. Jordan returned it and was floored.
“It’s good to see you back in uniform, Knight,” he said gruffly.
Had she died and gone to Heaven? Maybe she hadn’t survived the car accident and this was an alternate universe.
Mac showing emotions? He pulled back and stalked down the hallway with Jordan staring after him in shock.
“What are you waiting for, Knight? Let’s roll,” he called out over his shoulder.
She jerked into motion and took off after the sergeant. His long strides ate up the floor. She came alongside Mac and kept up with his pace. They remained silent as they made their way through the precinct. Multiple officers called out greetings to them. Most offering a ‘welcome back’ to Jordan. She nodded and smiled at all of them, but her thoughts were on the man leading her through the building. She never would have guessed the captain would have assigned her to Mac. Now she felt as if she were the rookie.
Mac was a seasoned vet, and even though she’d had years in as a cop, she was sure there was still plenty she could learn from him.
Play it cool, Knight. Don’t talk the man’s head off.
Mac was a man of few words, and when he did speak, everyone listened.
They headed out the back door where the patrol cars were parked. It was a beautiful day, and the sun was already rising high in the clear-blue sky. Jordan loved when she got the opportunity to work day shift. Not that she minded nights, but there was nothing like getting off work at a decent time during the day. Sleeping in her bed at night was a treat.
“Want me to drive?” she asked.
They arrived at Mac’s patrol SUV. His gaze jerked to her as she walked to the passenger side. She bit back a smirk, knowing she already knew what the answer was going to be. The lock to the passenger door flicked open.
