Post by Bryce Crowe on Aug 30, 2016 18:07:15 GMT -5
Bryce pulled up in his patrol car, rolling up after a long morning of patrols and paperwork. Only a few arrests tonight, mostly for drunk and disorderly before the sun even rose. He was already tired but knew he had to come and check on momma and the boys. Mira was home with Andrew and told her he would be home later in the evening. Mira thought he was working a double, but in fact, he was at the house then taking care of other thing.
He knew Francine liked it when he parked the patrol car in the driveway. It was almost a warning to others that they weren't a family to be trifled with, at least, that's what she told him. He believed it was to make the neighbors think the cops were checking in on the rowdy boys on any given day.
As he rolled up to the house, his phone made a noise and he checked it. A text from Francine telling him she wasn't going to be home for another few hours. Honestly, he didn't want to know what she was doing as she did have her own life outside the boys, she made that very clear. She wanted to make sure he woke all the boys up and make sure they were going to be around for dinner tonight. She had something special planned which meant he may have to cancel is own plans before going home. He grumbled at that as he climbed out, still in uniform and heading into the house.
He moved through the open garage and into the main room where he saw Randi sitting at the dining room table, calculator, laptop and papers strewn about. "Hey Randi. Just checking on the boys." Randi jutted her thumb towards the back and kept her eyes on the papers. Boyd was probably in school and the boys were probably swimming or still dead asleep. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and moved through the house, into the back where the pool water was cool, clear and unmoved. He saw a few empty plates on the tables outside, like Francine had left food out for them and they had already eaten, although that could still be from last night. Maybe the maid just hadn't arrived yet.
He knew the last place to check was the large guest house where they all resided. By now, they should have moved out and gotten their own places, but Francine took care of them. She divided up the profits and gave them whatever they wanted. He still got a piece, but he had chosen law enforcement as his profession and it worked out well in so many ways. The family would always be safe. Always.
He could already hear the boys in large front room with vaulted ceilings as they cursed and yelled at something. He knew what they were doing as he came in, going straight to the kitchen and tossing the bottle cap on to the counter as he watched them playing video games. He looked around at a few things and something was different. There was a new t.v. and surround sound that made the game larger then life. There was no way momma was going to pay for that.
"Someone make some extra cash? Anything I need to know about?" It wasn't necessarily a question as it was a request to be filled in. If investigators were going to come sniffing around from something illegal, he needed to know so he could cover their asses.
He took a sip of the beer as he came up to the couch where Bubba and Brad were in an intense standoff with each other on that big screen. Bullets were flying probably more than the curse words between the boys as he interrupted the games.
"Hey, you guys get Francine's texts? She's gonna be gone all afternoon but wants you all here for dinner. Said she's got some special meal planned."
He looked at Bubba and chuckled before turning back to watching the game. "Probably inviting that buddy of yours over to cook for us. He's reserved for special nights."
He took another long sip of his beer as he sat on the arm of the couch just watching them immerse themselves in the intense fight on the virtual battlefield.
He knew Francine liked it when he parked the patrol car in the driveway. It was almost a warning to others that they weren't a family to be trifled with, at least, that's what she told him. He believed it was to make the neighbors think the cops were checking in on the rowdy boys on any given day.
As he rolled up to the house, his phone made a noise and he checked it. A text from Francine telling him she wasn't going to be home for another few hours. Honestly, he didn't want to know what she was doing as she did have her own life outside the boys, she made that very clear. She wanted to make sure he woke all the boys up and make sure they were going to be around for dinner tonight. She had something special planned which meant he may have to cancel is own plans before going home. He grumbled at that as he climbed out, still in uniform and heading into the house.
He moved through the open garage and into the main room where he saw Randi sitting at the dining room table, calculator, laptop and papers strewn about. "Hey Randi. Just checking on the boys." Randi jutted her thumb towards the back and kept her eyes on the papers. Boyd was probably in school and the boys were probably swimming or still dead asleep. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and moved through the house, into the back where the pool water was cool, clear and unmoved. He saw a few empty plates on the tables outside, like Francine had left food out for them and they had already eaten, although that could still be from last night. Maybe the maid just hadn't arrived yet.
He knew the last place to check was the large guest house where they all resided. By now, they should have moved out and gotten their own places, but Francine took care of them. She divided up the profits and gave them whatever they wanted. He still got a piece, but he had chosen law enforcement as his profession and it worked out well in so many ways. The family would always be safe. Always.
He could already hear the boys in large front room with vaulted ceilings as they cursed and yelled at something. He knew what they were doing as he came in, going straight to the kitchen and tossing the bottle cap on to the counter as he watched them playing video games. He looked around at a few things and something was different. There was a new t.v. and surround sound that made the game larger then life. There was no way momma was going to pay for that.
"Someone make some extra cash? Anything I need to know about?" It wasn't necessarily a question as it was a request to be filled in. If investigators were going to come sniffing around from something illegal, he needed to know so he could cover their asses.
He took a sip of the beer as he came up to the couch where Bubba and Brad were in an intense standoff with each other on that big screen. Bullets were flying probably more than the curse words between the boys as he interrupted the games.
"Hey, you guys get Francine's texts? She's gonna be gone all afternoon but wants you all here for dinner. Said she's got some special meal planned."
He looked at Bubba and chuckled before turning back to watching the game. "Probably inviting that buddy of yours over to cook for us. He's reserved for special nights."
He took another long sip of his beer as he sat on the arm of the couch just watching them immerse themselves in the intense fight on the virtual battlefield.