Book 1 in the City of Fountains series
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Will they have their chance?
They meet because of a missing child—however, from their time together, love begins.
Alan Todd is a man who knows what he wants and goes after it. Harvey Kent is the one he wants.
Will his latest job allow him the chance to get what he longs for, or will a bullet end it all?
Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of violence.
General Release Date: 5th May 2020
“Harvey Kent. I was sent to look over the files.” He flashed his identification to the dour-faced man at the door with a brief action. It wasn’t an officer he recognized, but then, he tended to keep to himself and wasn’t familiar with many of them. And there was the mere fact that the Kansas City Police Department was large and no way he could know them all.
“Yes, sir, you’re expected.”
I should hope so—I just told you I was sent to look at files. Harvey held his tongue, adjusted his bag strap and waited for the man to move aside. Behind the officer stood who he presumed to be the butler.
“If you’ll follow me, sir, I’ll take you to them.”
He nodded without slowing his step. The suited man turned and led the way. As they moved though the massive home, he kept a tight hold on his bag.
The computer should have been brought in to me, instead of sending me to it.
Not giving a care in the slightest as to who these people were or the amount of money they had, he didn’t glance about at the numerous expensive art and things they had around. He wasn’t a fan of leaving his workspace, but he worked for the police department, and when his boss said go, he went.
“Hey, Harvey.”
Angling his head, he peered through the bangs over his eyes. “Clara,” he replied with a small grin.
She flashed a megawatt smile that, given her dark skin, seemed even brighter. He actually liked her. She’d run into him one night outside a gay bar and had stood up for him and his partner at the time, now an ex. She’d not recognized him at first, but she’d not hesitated, nor had she gone to “I’m a cop.” He’d realized who she was when she’d faced them to make sure they were okay.
The following day at work, she hadn’t treated him any different. Actually, she never even mentioned it. And to this day, she always remembered his birthday and made a point of talking to him. Her behavior was unlike most people’s when they learned he was gay, and he appreciated her for it.
Her brow furrowed and he pulled up a bit, waiting for her to comment on what her concern was. She left her position and came closer. Harvey met her part way, towering over her petite frame.
“You sure everything’s okay?”
Her concern touched him. A full smile turned up his lips now.
“Fine.”
She gripped his arm for a spell before retreating. Harvey continued on his way, lengthening his stride after the butler, who had waited farther up. At the top of the spiraling staircase they moved left, and he heard people arguing.
Another reason I don’t like leaving my space.
He didn’t want to be involved more than his job required. ‘Socially awkward’ was the best way to describe it. He had no desire to engage in small talk and wasn’t good with putting people at ease. His magic came with computers.
“Someone needs to do something!” a woman screeched. “My son is missing.”
“In here, Harvey.”
He stepped past the butler and entered the spacious office with its gleaming dark oak furniture. All his attention zeroed in on the massive computer monitor in the middle.
With a brief glance to the senior detective on scene, he made his way to the man’s side. Detective Smith, he knew from working with the cybercrimes division. A man he admired, tall and fit, he still took his job seriously. Pepper-gray hair only added to his distinguished look.
“Glad you are here, Harvey,” he said with a grim smile.
“I go where they send me,” he commented without thinking.
Smith nodded. “Did they give you any rundown?”
“Just get here and look on the computers.” He removed his bag from his shoulder. “I assume you got the other hard drive somewhere close to go through?”
The room fell silent and the woman who’d been yelling when he’d first arrived stared at him.
“This is the only computer.”
Harvey held her gaze before putting his attention on the man he knew. “I can see the second grouping of wires below. Those are for another hard drive.” He shrugged. “I’ll start on this one, but I’m going to guess anything that will be helpful will be on that second drive.”
It wasn’t his job to find it. He had one and that was to sift through the information on the drive and find what was needed.
“What?” the woman screeched again and was right in front of him before he knew it.
Harvey didn’t back off, just waited. Two other officers moved closer.
“What did you say?” Her words were icy. “Did you say there is another computer?”
“I asked about it. Do you know where it is?”
“You conniving bastard,” she seethed.
Harvey knew she didn’t mean him, because her gaze had snapped back to the man she’d been arguing with earlier.
“Holly, don’t say anything.”
“You give them what they need to find my son, or so help me, they will have me in jail for murder. We both know you’re a crooked son of a bitch, but dammit, Ralph, this is your son! He doesn’t deserve to pay for your crimes.”
All the uniforms were watching this unfold and yet none of them were ready when she launched herself like a rocket at the man she’d married. She reached for him, arms extended, fingers curled like hooks.
She wasn’t successful at making contact, because another man snatched her up and held her without any effort. He muttered something to her, too low for Harvey to make out, but whatever it was, she calmed down in an instant. The man was over six feet with a lean fighter’s build. There was Asian in his heritage somewhere—it was obvious in his features. Dark hair and dark eyes.
Again, Harvey didn’t care. Not if they were a couple and she were sleeping around on her husband, not if it was a ménage thing. He just wanted to look at the computer. So he put his things on the desk and sat in the chair.
Beautiful set-up. Cracking his fingers, he then clicked a softly glowing button on the keypad and watched it all come to life.
Hayden West lives in the Pacific Northwest, enjoys being outdoors, and hanging out with friends when not working on the next novella to be released.
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