Since relocating from NY to New Orleans, Kenina Porter has lived the good the bad, and the ugly, working in homicide in one of the most unsafe parts of New Orleans. She fought hard to be one of the best detectives in her precinct and refused to let anything slow her down. Except for the newest police Chief, who isn’t fond of her attitude. Despite what the Chief or anyone else thinks, Kenina intends to continue doing her damn job as she damn well pleases. Besides, the serial strangler is still on the loose and Kenina thinks she should be the one to catch him.
Local boy and former Army officer, David Mulroney is on the fast track to success. David recently received a promotion to detective despite only a couple of years on the force and is as eager and hungry as anyone working at nineteen. His boyish looks, charm, and intelligence has all the ladies swooning, but he only has eyes on one lady. Kenina Porter. David thinks if he can break the ice around her heart, but he has some stiff competition; Kenina’s own stubbornness and fear of getting involved with her new trainee and partner.
Kenina isn’t taking bullshit from anyone, let alone another cop in her department who claims to have the hots for her. With her guard up, Kenina intends to live her life as a hard-nosed cop, but David has other ideas. Can NOPD’s youngest detective be the one to finally bring her out of her shell?
This is book 5 in the series. Books need to be read in order.
“I know, I been wondering that myself.” I nervously laughed along with Frankie Choteau, just one of my partners on the New Orleans homicide detective division. I knew Detective Kenina Porter was behind me, but I’d tried taking Orrin Daugherty’s advice to let her figure out that someone liked her for more than just a friend. Still, waiting was getting old real fast. I wanted Kenina so damn bad I could taste her.
“No, prob, man. We are all here to help ya. Hey, so, you wanna go grab some coffee with us? I didn’t stop on the way in. We can hop in the car and get some before we bury our heads in them files again.” Frankie grumbled.
“Are you buying, Choteau, because you know I’d like some too,” Orrin chimed in.
“Me too, Frankie. Plain with three sugars,” Vance announced.
“Damn, y’all sure have no problem ordering me around,” Frankie laughed.
“Uh, yeah sure. Frankie.” I turned around and met Kenina’s bright green eyes, looking like a deer in headlights. I could tell she was distracted about the chief’s discipline, which, in my opinion, came down on her a little too quick. “Kenina? Would you like me to grab some for you too?”
“No thanks, David. I’m gonna grab a Coke instead.” She nodded at all of us and kept walking in the other direction, toward the cafeteria. Her long, shapely legs looked amazing in that pencil skirt. What I wouldn’t give to be wrapped in those all night.
“Whoa, shit, who done pissed in her fruit loops, now?” Jessica Turley’s fake country slang broke the silence.
“I think she’s still reeling from the garbage with the chief,” Frankie answered. “She’s trying to hold her tongue and that’s really hurting her.”
“Well, maybe she should’ve thought about that before she started talking to those witnesses that way,” Vance added.
“We all lose it from time to time, but the way she talked to you and others in this precinct was what landed her in trouble,” Detective Turley retorted at Vance. “She was out of line, and like I said, she can’t take it when it’s thrown back at her.”
“Nah, nah, Jessica, that’s my girl you talkin’ bout there. I’ve known her for years and she may have a mouth on her, but she’s a damn good cop,” Frankie reprimanded Detective Turley, cutting her off quick.
“Yeah she is, which is why she needs to calm the hell down,” Orrin interjected. “Nobody’s doubting her abilities or slighting her, but you can’t walk around talking to people any old kinda way without getting some flack.”
I agreed with Orrin because the two of us had discussed this a week or so ago. Kenina liked to run her mouth because she thought it made her look tough. Still, I wondered, was it a cover up for something else hurting on the inside. She frequently dropped hints about hating school and growing up in New York.
Conflicted, I looked away from the group surrounding me. I really hated hearing her supposed friends talk about Kenina when she was or wasn’t around. I knew the lady had issues, but who didn’t? No excuse to treat her like a damn outsider.
“Hey, cut the lady some slack, all right? I think she’s learned her lesson now and maybe she feels she needs to hold her tongue in everything before something bad slips out.”
“Aw damn, David, your head is so far up her pretty ass, it’s a wonder she ain’t complaining ‘bout being in pain,” Vance laughed.
All the others joined Vance in the chuckles, but I didn’t think it was all that amusing. Bottom line, Miss Kenina was bothered by a lot of things and surely, the write up and almost everyone giving her shit didn’t help in the slightest.
“Listen Frankie, you go on ahead without me. I’m gonna go find Kenina.” I walked away, leaving all of them murmuring behind my back. I’m sure they all had some crap to say, but at the moment, I could care less. I know I was the newbie in the squad, but nowhere in the rules did it say I was required to join them for coffee breaks.
We were all working our asses off on this serial killer case and no matter what, we should be rallying around each other to keep our spirits up. If no one else was going to support Kenina, I would.