The World In Reverse – Detective Luke Johnson
Remember the playboy that Nicola used to be before he met and fell in love with Ivy? Well, there is a new bad boy on the block and his name is Luke Johnson. From the start, this guy is mysterious. He carries himself with a certain swagger that makes women look twice and men look for their women, if he’s in the room. But I don’t give you much on him in the beginning because I want you to draw some conclusions. Long story short. This guy is fun. He’s a wild card that you just won’t be able to put your finger on until the very end. Here is his introduction into the story…
The World In Reverse
Latrivia S. Nelson and RiverHouse Publishing, LLC © 2012
An uncanny nervousness swept over him, making his stomach clench tight as he watched. Sure he had seen a hundred bodies over his career, but there was something very disturbing about seeing a child that had been mutilated, raped and murdered. Every time that he was forced to view one, the image burned indelibly into the back of his mind and haunted him for weeks. He could see it in his sleep, when he daydreamed, when he blinked. This was the hardest part of the job.
Stepping out in the rain, boots landing in a puddle of mud and grime, he pulled his badge from under his t-shirt and let it hang like a dog tag on his chest. The gleaming gold of the badge against black leather caught the reflection of the street light and gleamed in the gloomy setting. The cold wet rain beat against his body as he stalked over past the onlookers who had gathered and stepped across the yellow police tape into the scene of the crime.
“What’s up, Agosto,” homicide detective Luke Johnson said with a handkerchief over his mouth, looking up from the opened latch of the dumpster.
Detective Luke Johnson was an ethnic enigma. Fair-colored, deep-set brown eyes, arched black brows, bald head, muscular body and deep voiced, he was a mirror image of Vin Diesel in build and appearance, and he had never once told anyone if he was black, white or other. As far as anyone knew, he was just Johnson, and Agosto figured he liked it that way.
“Nothing, man,” Nicola said, nodding.
“I heard about the demotion,” Johnson said with a smirk. “What? You didn’t like being a lieutenant?”
There was an east coast accent that Agosto picked up in Johnson’s voice but didn’t bother to say anything about.
Agosto coughed involuntarily, feeling the rain agitate his cold. “It wasn’t that. I didn’t like punks pissing on my female cops. So I made an example out of a couple of them. Who knew that they had good lawyers?”
Johnson raised his brow. “You’re lucky all that you got was a demotion. Shit, from what I heard about the ass beating you gave those guys, you should have gotten shit canned.”
“I’ll remember to count my lucky fucking stars from now on,” Agosto said, tired of telling the same story over and over. It had been months, he thought it should have been old news by now.
Johnson could see Agosto’s irritation and chose to move on. “So what good thing did this call ruin for you? Because I was in between a beautiful brunette’s thighs. And for the record, I don’t think I’ll get another chance.”
Recognize anything familiar? You will see that Johnson and Agosto have a lot in common. Both men are sure of themselves and know a little something about thinking with the other “brain” but Agosto is the older version of his new “partner”.
But whether or not he is friend or foe will be decided later.
More to come!
The World In Reverse 