The Detective's Trust

By: K. Langston

Greater love hath no man than this,

that a man lay down his life for his friends.

-John 15:13

Her love was like the ocean, deep and strong. Powerful enough to drown me, swallowing me up in the dark depths of her love.

But I wasn’t afraid of dying.

Only living without her.


My fisted hand pounded on the wooden door, heart racing in my chest as I shifted my weight from foot to foot. I hadn’t seen him in two weeks, hadn’t heard from him in days. I couldn’t say the last time he was on a surfboard. He’d been hanging out with that piece of shit more and more lately and now he was on a downward spiral that could very well cost him everything.

Krull fucking Karter.

Since he came into Bodie’s life, everything had changed between us.

Anytime I tried to talk to Bodie about it he would shut me down, telling me to back off. That he had everything under control.

Yeah, right.

Like a fool, I believed him. I never thought it would get this far.

I pounded the door again, sweat dotting the bridge of my nose.

Where the fuck was he?

Finally, the door swung open and I sucked in a sharp breath. The heroin was destroying him. His eyes harbored dark shadows and his face had sunken in. His cheekbones more prominent than the last time I’d seen him.

Jesus, how’d I let it get this far?

There was a time when he was the best surfer in the whole world. We’d traveled the globe together, competed together. He was the victor of most of our competitions, and it surprised me, as competitive as I was, that I had been perfectly all right with that. I mean, I always gave my best, but Bodie was just…faster. A different breed when it came to the sport. He had an instinct that ran deep, an instinct I didn’t possess.

It’s difficult to remember the man he was when I barely recognize the man standing before me. Sure, he looked like Bodie, but different. His hair had grown out. It was greasy and unkempt. His once athletic body had lost its definition. He was a shell of his former self. Stoned off his ass and blowing through his winnings and endorsements faster than he could earn them. I knew he was avoiding me but I was putting an end to that shit today.

“’Sup, dude?” He grimaced, squinting at the midday sunlight behind me.

I glanced at my watch. “It’s three in the afternoon, you’re just now getting up?”

I wondered if he even knew what today was.

He scratched his scruffy face. “You come all this way to tell me what time it is?”

“No, I came all this way to check on you. I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for days. Where’ve you been?”


Folding my arms across my chest, I raised a suspicious brow. “Doing what?”

“If you’re here to lecture me, you can turn around and leave. It’s too damn early for an interrogation.”

He left the door open and walked down the hall toward the kitchen. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me and followed.

Bodie lived in a beach house with his sister just off the Jersey Shore near Atlantic City. They never knew their father. Their mother, a successful real estate broker, had passed away one year ago today from renal failure—a complication of her diabetes. Her death nearly killed them both.

It was hard on everyone.

Bodie had been left with the responsibility of taking care of his younger sister, Cassidy, who recently turned sixteen. I knew he was carrying around a lot of heavy shit. He’d taken on a lot over the last year and being strapped with a sixteen-year-old wasn’t easy for a twenty-one-year-old who was at the peak of his career. He’d once been so focused.


Ready to take on the world. There was a fire in his eyes. But that fire had burned out, doused by the poison currently running through his veins.

I didn’t know what else to do. I was hoping he’d come to his senses soon.

Before he lost everything.

Looking around, I cringed. Dishes were piled in the sink and fast food bags littered the space around it. I also caught a mountain of unopened mail piled up on the counter. Moving closer, I noticed a few that had been opened. The pink one on top had foreclosure written across the top of it.

Fuck, he’s in deeper than I thought.

He opened the fridge, pulling out a beer, and I noted that except for two more, there was nothing else in there.