Chapter 3
After two weeks of paperwork and a handful of plain murder cases, Travis was a little morose about the ridiculous things humans killed each other over. A couple more, after the first one, were drug related. Another was beat to death in a rage over a fender bender and after that was a mate-killing, a crime of passion. That one, Travis understood the least. Why mate someone that made one that insane?
Travis stepped into the station at twelve-fifty-five sharp, shirt stuck to his sweaty back from July’s oven heat. He hoped it was a quiet paperwork day, because it was too damned hot to chase suspects. So hot, in fact, he skipped his coffee that morning in favor of an iced latte.
Hoya, the Lieutenant in change of Homicide and a stocky omega, met Travis as he made his way through the
