Brooklyn Nights E-Book

Trevon Carter

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Brooke is a beat cop in New Jersey. She's from a family of cops, starting with her grandfather and she's damn proud of it. When the New York Police Department suffers a horrible cybersecurity breach that reveals all their undercover agents, the Captain of Brooke's precinct asks her if she wants to help.

She is a bit hesitant at first, having never gone undercover, but Captain Bolt reassures her that she has the skills to succeed. When she agrees, Captain Bolt informs her that they are running on very limited information. Per the NYPD the breach was from hackers, hired by a mysterious gang that has slowly engulfed Brooklyn. The NYPD don't even have a main suspect, or even a name on the gang.

This is a trial by fire, as Brooke goes up to unfamiliar territory, with no resources and her history wiped from the New Jersey police systems. Only a select few will know of and assist with Brooke's undercover operation. Can Brooke handle the heat or will she be burned as she spends her Brooklyn Nights undercover?

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Brooklyn Nights

Book 1 of Brooke Undercover

By Trevon Carter

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Brooklyn Nights (Brooke Undercover, #1)

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Hurried footsteps echoed through the dark alleyway, followed by a stream of sirens.  Brooke cursed and turned a corner, her gun withdrawn and cautiously pointed at chest level.  The footsteps paused for a moment before she heard them rush in another direction.

"Stop running!  I swear to God, if you keep running, I will cap your knees!"  Brooke shouted angrily.

"Fuck you!"  A voice boomed back.

Brooke sighed and closed her eyes.  She could hear the footsteps echoing further and further away.  The sirens on the other hand, grew closer and closer.  She opened her eyes and glanced at the different alleyways and then nodded to herself.

"You dumb fucker," she cursed under her breath.

She hated running but strangely enough, she enjoyed the thrill of chasing someone down.  Her instincts told her which direction to take to cut off her prey.  After taking a couple of turns, she paused and waited.  As expected, rushed footsteps echoed closer towards her.

"Asshole," she whispered as she stepped out and pointed her gun down towards the sound.

The man she was chasing yelped in surprise, nearly dropping his knife as he saw her.  Without hesitation, Brooke fired, hitting the man's right knee.  He crumpled to the ground in response, immediately regretting his decision to run.

"Ow!  Fuck!  You shot me!"  He yelled.

"Can't say I didn't warn you," Brooke replied as she kicked his knife to the side and pulled out her handcuffs.

"Bitch!  I'm gonna sue yo ass!"  He yelled.

"Yeah, good luck with that," Brooke replied as she pulled both his wrists behind his back and cuffed him.

A bright light filled the alleyway, followed by red and blue flashes and a siren.  Brooke shook her head and looked up at the black and white police car.

"Took you assholes long enough," Brooke said.

A cop stepped out and mockingly clapped as he looked at Brooke.  His partner stepped out and adjusted his hat.

"The dumbass rookie over here couldn't get his shit together," the cop who stepped out from the driver's seat said.

The rookie blushed and pulled his hat down a bit.  Brooke glared at him before standing up and kicking the man on the ground.

"Fuck you bitch!  I'm gonna sue yo ass fo dat!"  He yelled.

"Oh shit, don't tell me you shot him."

"Had to be done.  Imminent threat with the knife," Brooke replied while the other cop rolled his eyes.

"Seriously Brooke, you need to go see a fucking psychiatrist," he said.

"And you need to fucking man up Jake," Brooke replied.

"Uh... should I call in an ambulance?"  The rookie asked cautiously.

"You can put his ass in the car, and then you’ll have to clean up the blood.  I fucking hate having blood in my car," Jake replied.

"Really?  I never would have thought Mister fucking Clean would hate having blood in his car," Brooke laughed.

"Oh fuck you," Jake responded.

Jake was a well built white man with a nice, shiny bald head, and ever since Brooke saw him standing next to a bottle of Mr. Clean, she couldn't help but notice how similar he looked to the character.  Jake, of course, hated the comparison.

"Uh...  Sorry, am I supposed to put him in the car then?"  The rookie questioned.

"Oh, for the love of... Just call a fucking ambulance," Jake replied angrily.

The rookie nodded and called in nervously.  Jake walked around so that the man lying on the ground could see him.  He gave him a golf clap as he crouched down.

"All right dumbass, here's the story," Jake started.

"No story motherfucker!  I got rights!"

"Unfortunately, you don't.  You stabbed a man, stole his wallet and then ran off.  Like a fucking idiot, you decided to do this right in front of this lady right here.  And you know what she loves doing?"

"Yeah!  I bet she loves takin' it up dat ass!"  The man yelled.

Jake shook his head and looked up at Brooke.  Brooke rolled her eyes and kicked the man's ass.

"Ow!  Bitch!  I want your fucking badge number!  I know my rights!"

"Look dumbass, you need to cooperate before she shoots out your other knee.  She loves chasing down dumbasses like you.  She's got a bit of a quick trigger, but you know what?  It actually works out.  If I were to shoot you, there'd be a media frenzy about a white cop shooting a black man.  With her, she's a female cop who defended herself from a vicious black gangster," Jake continued.

"Fucking racist motherfuckers!"

"Well, here's the thing, you stabbed a white man.  To me, that's racist.  You could've picked any other fucker out there, but you decided to stab a white man.  Lucky for you, he's not dead.  You cooperate with us, we'll be lenient.  You fuck with us; we'll put you in for as long as we can.  And medical attention?  You can kiss that goodbye," Jake said.

"You can't do that!"

"Hey rookie!  Call off that ambulance.  Fuck it, let's just have him bleed out here," Jake said.

The man on the ground looked up at the rookie, then at Jake, and then back at the rookie.  The rookie nodded and grabbed his radio.

"Whoa, whoa, wait the fuck up!  What I gotta do to cooperate?"

"That's better.  Brooke, I think I got this handled.  Didn't you have a date?"  Jake asked.

"Seriously?  You're going to go take the credit for this shit?"  Brooke replied with his arms crossed.

"I can't take credit for this shit.  It's your fucking bullet in his leg.  I'm just being a nice asshole today," Jake replied.

"Fine, but if I see your stupid grinning face on the front page of tomorrow's paper, I swear to God, you're going to be Mr. Clean with a huge black fucking eye," Brooke said.

"Uh, am I calling off the ambulance?"  The rookie interrupted.

"Oh for fuck's sake.  Are you that dense?  Seriously?"  Jake questioned.

Brooke laughed and headed off.  She did have a blind date to go to that her friend had set up, but a part of her wanted to just cancel it.  Her friend's track record of finding good men was absolutely horrid.

***

Brooke stared across at the red haired, pasty white man nervously twitching around at the table.  His thick rimmed, black framed glasses only seemed to accentuate how pale his skin was.  He nervously drank his water while he tapped his foot on the ground anxiously.

"So uh... you're a cop?"  He asked.

"Yeah."  Brooke replied.

"Wow.  I mean, that's... how did you decide to become one?"

"A cop?  My grandfather was a cop, my father was a cop, and my brother is a cop.  Just kind of runs in the blood I guess," Brooke answered.

"Wow... wow, a family of cops.  Are they all here?"

"No.  My family was originally from Chicago.  My grandfather retired there and he's living out somewhere in the suburbs.  My father is still there, Superintendent of a precinct downtown.  Brother moved to Houston.  Perfect place for him.  He's big; he likes guns and loves steaks.  He figured you can't get better than Texas for that," Brooke informed.

Her date laughed nervously and nodded.  He took another nervous sip of his water and carefully placed his cup back on the table.

"And you?  You picked Jersey of all places," he said.

"Yeah, a bunch of friends of mine and I went to Atlantic City once, had a blast.  They ended up moving to Newark for work and I figured I'd join them," Brooke said.

"Wow, yeah, I like Atlantic City."

"That's good.  I got a little bored after a while.  Checked out Vegas instead last year."

"Oh yeah, yeah, I think it's a bit boring too," he nervously agreed.

Brooke rolled her eyes and looked at her watch.  She couldn't believe it had only been fifteen minutes since they first met.  It had felt like an eternity had passed since they first greeted each other.

"So, do you see a lot of action out there?"  He asked.

"Depends on your definition of action," Brooke replied with a shrug.

"Like knife fights or uh... gun fights."

"Knife fights?  What?  Like West Side Story or something?"

"Huh?  Uh yes?  No?"

Brooke shook her head and looked around for their server.  She desperately wanted to just get her food, eat, and leave.

"I shot a guy today, if that's what you're thinking is action.  Blew out his knee for running away from me," Brooke said as she waved down a random waiter.

Her date's eyes widened in surprise and he nearly toppled his cup of water over.

"May I help you Madame?"  The waiter asked.

"Yeah, I think we've been ready to order for a while now."  Brooke replied.

"Oh, my apologies.  Let me grab the server and have him take your order," the waiter replied.

Brooke leaned in and pulled out a twenty dollar bill from her pocket.  She leaned in while discretely slipping the twenty into his jacket pocket.

"Look, I'd really like to just get through this date as soon as possible, you get it?"  Brooke whispered.

The waiter briefly glanced over at her date, and then at her, nodded and stood upright.

"Actually, why don't I just go ahead and take the order?"

"Uh... well, I mean, I haven't really looked through the menu," her date replied.

"You like steak?"  Brooke asked.

"Huh?  Well, I'm a vegetarian and steak isn't really my type of-"

"He'll have today's vegetarian special.  I'll go with the surf and turf," Brooke said, cutting off her date.

"Any soup or salad?"  The waiter asked instinctively.

Brooke glared at the waiter and shook her head.  He immediately realized his mistake and quickly turned his attention to her date.

"I wouldn't recommend today's soups or salads though.  Nothing really special on the menu," the waiter said.

"What?  I thought the pea soup looked nice," her date said.

"I thought you didn't get a chance to see the menu," Brooke replied.

"Oh... the people over there got a cup and it looked-"

"Sorry, they actually got the last batch my good Sir.  Oh, if that is all, I think the other table is calling me," the waiter said as he rushed off.

"Wow... the service here is incredibly b-"

"Amazing," Brooke said, cutting him off.

"Ba... brilliant," her date said, quickly changing his words.

"So why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"  Brooke asked as she quietly pulled out her phone.

"Well uh... I'm still new to Newark.  Used to work for a chemical company up in Maine," he started.

Brooke briefly glanced down at her phone to start typing a text message to her friend.

"So, what did you make?"  She asked.

"Well, it's a little ironic.  I try to be careful with what I eat but I work on making plants stronger through the use of GMOs.  Like making corn more resistant to the weather, or making watermelons larger.  I know a lot of people are against this type of science and..."

Brooke nodded as his voice trailed off.  She continued glancing at her phone as she typed a message for her friend.  Her date was oblivious as he excitedly talked about whatever it was that he did.  Brooke finished her message, glanced down, and then sent her friend the message:

FUCK YOU!

***

Brooke yawned as she stared at the clock in the office.  Her desk was a mess of papers and folders, with rings of coffee stains hiding underneath.  She looked up to see her coworker and friend, Diane, waltz by.

"Seriously?  What kind of thank you was that?"  She asked.

"Really?  Did you even vet the guy before you set me up for that date?"  Brooke replied with a question.

"I'm guessing it didn't go well?"

"Jesus fucking hell Diane, this guy was so... so boring," Brooke replied.

"Well, if you were just a bit more lady like, maybe you would've enjoyed your time."

"Oh, seriously, fuck you.  At least I got a good dinner out of it," Brooke replied.

"What did you have?"

"A surf and turf.  The lobster was fantastic.  I guess the only good thing about him was that he was well paid," Brooke replied.

"Yeah, he's like a lead geneticist.  Did you know that he helped keep the banana live through all kinds of-"

"Okay, seriously, I'm just going to ignore you from here on.  I had enough of that talk last night," Brooke interrupted.

"Well helloooooooo sunshine!"  Jake said as he strolled in with a cup of coffee.

"Oh God, what are you so bubbly about?"

"Not much.  Just got mad laid last night.  How'd your date go?"  Jake asked as he leaned against a wall.

"Seriously?  Mad laid?  What?  Are you from the hood now?"  Brooke responded.

Diane laughed and shook her head as she walked off.

"That's what happens when you tell the ladies to check out the papers," Jake said as he pulled out the morning paper.

Brooke took the paper from him and flipped through the pages.  She paused as she saw a picture of Jake, his arms crossed, in front of a wall full of graffiti.

"Local cop stops potential murderer and robber..."  Brooke read.

Jake smiled as she read and loudly slurped on his coffee.

"Oh... you motherfucker," Brooke said as she stood up.

"Couldn't be helped.  The media just pounced on me out of nowhere," Jake replied.

"You asshole!"  Brooke shouted as she threw the paper at him.

Jake laughed and grabbed the paper after it bounced off his chest.

"Hey!  Brooke!  I need you in my office, now!"  A voice shouted.

"Oh... looks like you've angered Papa Bear," Jake said as he sipped at his coffee.

Papa Bear was their Captain.  He was aptly labeled due to his large frame and rather hairy body that he did a horrid job hiding under his uniform.  Brooke gave Jake the finger before heading into the Captain's office.

"Brooklyn, sit down," he ordered.

The captain always referred to everyone as their full name, which Brooke found annoying.

"Captain," Brooke responded.

"I see you and Jacob are being quite friendly out there," he started.

"Well, he did take credit for my job," Brooke replied.

"You mean the shooting?  Brooklyn, you know how much of a nightmare it is for this office to file paperwork on why an officer shot someone?"  The Captain questioned.

"Yeah, I know.  Sorry Captain," Brooke replied.

"But that's not why I called you into my office.  I've told you this before, but you're getting quite visible to the higher ups," the Captain complimented.

"Thanks."

"This is what brings us to the here and now.  There's a precinct up in Brooklyn that needs a woman of your caliber," the Captain started.

"Wait, what?  Brooklyn?  As in New York?"

"Yes.  They need an undercover but they can't use their own guys.  Their covers were all blown.  Some kind of computer hack.  They thought about contacting the FBI, or seeing if they could use other districts but the entire New York system was compromised, and the FBI don't want to send any of their guys," the Captain continued.

"So they're reaching out to... Jersey?"  Brooke questioned.

"They're reaching out in general.  I figured we could take the assignment," her Captain said.

"And you volunteered me?"

"Yeah, I figured you'd want to," her Captain replied.

"And why would you think that?  You know I hate New York."

"Because you're always talking about how boring this job is.  You wanted to go undercover in that last case with Nicole.  I figured you get this one," the Captain replied.

"So... how undercover is this?"  Brooke inquired, her interest rising.

"You interested?"

"Yeah, maybe I am," Brooke replied.

"Good.  Brooklyn, you'll be heading to..."  The Captain paused.

"What?"

"Wow, I just realized you're going to Brooklyn and your name-"

"You can't be serious.  You just realized that?"

"It is quite the coincidence."

"Captain, I get it.  Can we get on with it?"  Brooke said, slightly annoyed.

"There's a massive drug ring and prostitution trade going on up in Brooklyn.  Whoever's leading this group is modeling themselves off real organized criminals like the Mafia.  As I mentioned, they had a group of hackers in their back pocket.  The NYPD have had zero leads and any moles they managed to plant just had their covers blown," her Captain explained.

"What's to say that my identity is safe?"

"We're going to forge a whole new identity for you.  Your police files are going to be backed up offline and then wiped.  You're going to have to get rid of all social networking accounts and we can even get a subpoena to have them fully purged."

"Lucky for you, I don't do that shit.  Isn't my face plastered somewhere on a newspaper or anything?"

"Well, Jacob has done a fantastic job taking your credit over the years," her Captain replied with a smile.

"Ass.  I mean, he is an ass, not you Captain.  And how do we know there are no moles here?  If they're employing hackers, they can just as easily get moles all over the place," Brooke questioned.

"Jacob, Diane and I are the only ones who know about this.  The only other person is Roberto."

"Who the fuck is Roberto?"

"What?  The IT guy.  Seriously?  You call him over to help you on your computer almost every day," her Captain responded, surprised.

"His name was Roberto?  Why does he have to know?"

"Who do you think is going to do the offline backup and purge?"

"What if he's a mole?"

"I've taken every precaution Brooke.  Not only has he been vetted, his background check passes, but also he doesn't know why he's doing what he's doing.  He's backing up our files in case of a disaster while he's purging your files because he thinks you're being fired," her Captain explained.

"Fuck... so this is real," Brooke mumbled.

"Yes Brooklyn, this is a real assignment and I'm asking if you can take it."

"What about my cover?  Do I have to get a new identity?  I need to coach myself to respond to a new name... this is crazy..."

"Actually, since you're no longer being linked to us at all and as you mentioned, you don't really participate in social media, there's nothing to stop you from just going as yourself.  Brooklyn Thatcher."

Brooke nodded and quietly stared at her Captain.  Thousands of thoughts blasted through her mind.  Uprooting her life and putting her life on hold to go undercover.  It was an exciting opportunity that she'd wanted since she had become a cop.  Yet, with the opportunity right before her, she had small doubts.

"I don't...  Captain, can I be frank?"

"I don't think Frank would be a good cover name," her Captain laughed.

Brooke shook her head, unable to respond.

"When have you not been?  Go on, be yourself," her Captain continued.

"As excited I am for the opportunity, I'm worried that I... that I might not be ready for something like this," Brooke confessed.

"No one ever is.  You know, I did an undercover stint once.  Way back when.  It was one of the craziest, scariest experiences of my life.  But when I look back on it now, I feel like I'm such a stronger individual because of it."

"Seriously?"

"Absolutely.  And not just in those cliché ways about knowing more about yourself or whatever bullshit is out there.  I had to bust a drug ring and the shit I had to do...  Not just the random thugs I had to kill, but the drugs.  I had to do crack, cocaine, even heroine to prove that I wasn't some pig.  Strippers, prostitutes, it was ridiculous.  To make matters worse, I had just gotten married.  That was just the first of many marriages that just [...]