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As a big city police officer, Ellie Davis has seen her fair share of crime, corruption and back-room dealings. Nothing; however, could prepare her for the day she came home to investigate the brutal homicide of her father in the line of duty. Davis begins a journey to uncover some of the town’s darkest secrets that threaten to destroy her memories of all that was good in Chapleton.
A high school flame arouses her passions, but he is somehow involved in a drama that surrounds her family, and some of the top levels of local Police Department brass. A need to protect; and a desire for passion drive her to the brink of destruction in ARRESTING DESIRE.
Rubbing his temple with his plump fingertips, the older man stared out the picture window. Hues of orange and yellow painted the sky and blanketed the earth with a golden glow. Exhaling, he tried to remember the last time he'd witnessed nature's beauty. Watching the sun dipping into the horizon was indeed a magical experience. Charlie Davis started listening to the song coming from the kitchen. Every note was out of tune, but he was pleasantly amused anyway. Simone was beautiful, why did he care if she could sing or not.
The aroma of garlic, basil, and thyme seemed to travel through the air making their way to his nostrils. Starving for food, Charlie's stomach grumbled in anticipation of his favorite dish. Wondering how much longer Simone was going to be cooking, he methodically made his way to the kitchen. Seeing her bent over, pulling lasagna from the oven made him grin. Her rounded plump bottom wiggled as if giving him a private show beneath her fifties style apron. Logging many hours at work lately, he hadn't given much thought to romance.
He was looking forward to the feast cooked by his beautiful Italian wife tonight. After dinner, he would devour her prize-winning tiramisu and hopefully gingerly coax her into making love until dawn.
It seemed like forever since he'd had a night off. Suddenly, Charlie felt a twinge of guilt as he made his way into the dining room. He knew he'd been neglecting Simone lately. Tonight though, all that was going to change. He smoothed his freshly gelled, white hair back with his hand. Charlie sat down in his usual place, at the head of the dining room table.
Charlie looked around the room. Simone really had gone to a lot of trouble to make sure tonight was special as well. The table was set for two and the plates were his grandmother's from Italy. The silver utensils were polished as they sparkled beneath the soft light of the glowing candles. When Simone emerged from the kitchen with the dish of pasta in her hand, he felt compelled to be a gentleman. He stood quickly, grabbing the dish from her hands. Charlie placed the lasagna in the center of the table. He then pulled her chair out for her. Counting his blessings, for his beautiful Simone. He was very lucky for his thirty-five year marriage.
The vibration from his cell phone snapped him back from his endeavors of romance. Damn the phone, he cursed under his breath. He thought about sending the call to voice mail, but Ray was his Chief. He watched Simone close her eyes. He knew she was no stranger to dinners growing cold.
"Ray needs me, I have to go, sweetheart," he said with a somber tone. Excusing himself he walked to the hall closet. Reaching up high to the shelf above his head he lowered a lock box down. Opening it carefully, he retrieved the gun and holstered it on his hip. Exasperation escaped from his mouth, he was torn. Leaving Simone was the last thing he wanted to do, but duty called.
Charlie watched her struggling to hide her disappointment while he was on the phone. He could tell that her night was ruined. Every move Simone made told him that it did not matter. It bothered Charlie more than he cared to admit. He wished she would just be angry and yell at him. At least it would make me feel better. Damn it, he thought. Here his beautiful wife was clearing away an uneaten dinner, while he would be rushing out the door yet again. He could tell when she retired to the living room with her wine and crossword puzzle.
"Now, Simone, I will be home soon. Please don't be angry with me honey," he cooed softly in her ear as he pulled her close to his chest. He wanted to take in her perfume one last time.
"Go ahead; I'll wait up as usual." She mustered a small grin as she walked him to the door to say good-bye.
"No, go on to bed. I want you well rested when I come home tonight." Charlie playfully slapped his wife on the bottom as if nothing were wrong.
"Charlie, please hurry home. I'll miss you." Simone touched her pouty lips to his, giving him a deep passionate kiss.
He gazed at her lovingly hoping that she would be all right. Halfway down the walk, he paused a moment waiting for the lock on the door to click. He wished he could turn around and forget the whole thing. Knowing this could be the last time he would see his beautiful wife again made him misty-eyed. Little did she know that he was walking into his own murder.
Driving down the winding road just minutes outside of town, he began focusing on what was about to happen. Tonight would be the night he would come face to face with the biggest drug lord in the county. Taking a deep breath, he tried desperately to slow the frantic beating of his heart. That's the trouble with these damn routine things, he thought, anything can go terribly wrong.
Pulling into the old abandoned parking lot, he looked at his surroundings. Something just didn't feel right. Charlie shuddered when he saw the building. It was a gray and dirty old warehouse. Weeds shot forth through the cracks of the concrete sidewalk. Wiping away the newly formed beads of sweat from his brow, he stepped from his car. Fear washed over him when he saw Ray's four-wheeled drive truck in the parking lot.
"Sorry I called you down here. I know you haven't had a night off in awhile. I just didn't want to go in there alone." Ray pointed to the abandoned warehouse. Charlie heard the tension in his voice.
"No problem. What are old partners for, right Ray? You know I have your back buddy. Are you okay?" He noticed Ray was fumbling nervously in his pockets.
"I'm fine. I just hated to take you away from Simone. I know how you were looking forward to having a night off with her. How is my sweet God-daughter, Ellie, by the way?" Ray tried to make small talk as he nervously jangled the keys in his front right jean pocket.
"She's fine. You know her, a big city cop, and all. I worry about her out there on those New York streets. She manages to hold her own though. She did tell me they made her lead detective on a recent homicide case." Charlie beamed proudly at his little girl's accomplishments.
"That's great, you and Simone did a wonderful job raising her. You should be proud. She's tough like her old man, eh' Charlie?" Ray gave him a playful slap on the back.
They both turned to face a car approaching quickly. Long sleek lines made the expensive luxury car look like a speeding bullet. The tinted windows gave it an air of mystery. Charlie recognized the man behind the rolled down window immediately.
Fear paralyzed Charlie as he watched him emerge from the car. Everything moved in slow motion as he instinctively reached for his firearm. The sound of a shot rang out echoing between the metal buildings. Grabbing his chest, he stared into the eyes of Ray, his long-time best friend, who was turning away in shame like a coward. Charlie fell to the cold hard pavement with a thud. His life was now over thanks to the man who was supposed to have his back.