Read Ocean Kills (Ocean Breeze) for Free Online Page B

slutty bra-top and miniskirt—even though she screamed hooker, I saw through the makeup and act. Shit, that woman cast a spell on me.
    I shook my head. “Next time.”
    Bridget slapped my bare chest, flicking her hand free of salt water. “You always say that.” She pouted. It didn't suit her.
    There was a puddle where I stood. I needed to get into my apartment before the strata manager saw the mess I made.
    Hoisting my board higher, I threw her a grin. “Next time. I promise.” I legged the last flight of stairs and locked myself in my apartment. Safe in my domain. It wasn’t like I didn't like women. I had my fair share of infatuations, but never had someone grabbed me around the balls as much as Ocean Breeze. I broke every rule in a cop’s handbook, starting with the most important one: No fraternizing with criminals. The minute I figured out her little vanishing act, I’d stop thinking about her. I wanted to stop thinking about her. Our entire interaction—her arrest and our quick dinner—made no sense whatsoever. Why did I demand to have dinner with her? I practically arrested her all over again when she refused. 
    Glowering, I stormed into my small bathroom. I stripped off my red board shorts, hung them over the rail, and jumped into the shower. I kept the water lukewarm. The weather was hot tonight. No point over heating my blood when just a memory of a particular disappearing girl could do that for me. Obsessive. Yep. Maybe I should go out after all.
    After my shower and dinner of left over lasagna, I sprawled on the couch and opened my laptop. It was limited but I could access the police records from here.
    Taking a swig of beer, I stretched and pulled up Ocean's file, which I'd scanned and emailed to myself. Probably not ethical, but so what? Everything I did where this woman was concerned wasn’t ethical. I cringed every time I recalled how forceful I was asking to see her again. What drove me? I’d never behaved like that before. She was dressed as a hooker for blimey’s sake!
    Served me right anyway. I demanded her number, and she popped into nothing. Great stroke for the ego. But now I had a point to prove. The way she'd looked when she said she hated the law. The disgusted disbelief when she spoke of how the justice system failed to lock up the bastards who wrecked her life. That hurt because I was the law, and she hated me by association. I could understand her lack of trust in cops in general, but I wasn’t just a cop.
    Clicking on her case notes, I made a note of the reference and saw ‘unsolved’ beside it. Honestly, how much effort did the force use? A week? A month? Her file probably went into the ‘too hard’ basket when Ocean was shafted off to foster care. The only thing was—there was no record of her being in the foster care system. So who took her in?
    An unsolved file meant I had to approach the overseeing officer before delving in for new info. No way would I beg for permission. This was a personal project.
    Screw it. I’d find those two ass-wipes who slaughtered her family and deliver them to justice. Too bad the death penalty was hard to come by.
    “I kill monsters.” Ocean's voice in my head made me jump. Was that true? Was she a murderer? If she told the truth, would she kill the two bastards as retribution? Uh, I can't believe I considered that! I did not approve of vigilantism.
    And how did my thoughts go from wanting to chase her— only because of her vanishing trick, of course — to wanting to chase the men who caused her pain ? Seriously, I should go out tonight. If my balls were overriding my brain, I needed a shag to think clearer. Ocean Breeze was a criminal and a freak of nature. Thatwas the only reason I sat here researching. So what if she’d taken my breath with her when she disappeared? I didn’t need it.
    I leaned back, sipping more beer. Did I believe Ocean was a killer? If I did, would I have to arrest her again? A flush rose through my body which had