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Actually, I was all set to go over there and get them myself, but Nate felt sure I"d cause a big scene. I swear, my own husband has no faith in me. Since Jamie is your responsibility now, Nate thought sure you"d wanna do it."

"He was right. I"ll be at your office as soon as I square things with my boss." Dillon hesitated. "Hey, Bran?"

"If you"re gonna thank me, kid, you might want to save it. Just because I"m not going to pick them up tonight doesn"t mean I don"t have a thing or two to say to Jamie and Megan about this little misadventure of theirs. This isn"t the amateur detective hour, and I"ll be damned if Jamie isn"t gonna get that through his thick skull even if I have to pound it in there."

Dillon actually smiled. "That, I don"t doubt. But I do want to thank you. For everything."

"Yeah, yeah. You"re welcome. Now go get your guy before some sex starved jailbird decides to make Jamie his bitch. Knowing my sister, she"d want to watch."

Dillon disconnected with that rather disturbing picture in his head. The first thing he did after he got off the phone was seek out Jim Pembroke. He found him up front, talking to one of the pharmacists.

"Hey, Mr. P., can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Sure, Dillon." Jim nodded to the pharmacist and motioned Dillon towards his office. "We can talk in here, if that"s okay with you."

"Yes, sir. That"d be great." Dillon followed Jim into his office. Once seated, Dillon said, "I hate to do this, Mr. P., but something"s come up. I need to leave."

Jim leaned across his desk, his dark gray hair ruffled from a night at work, his hazel eyes boring holes into Dillon"s skin. "Is everything all right with you, Dillon?" Before Dillon could speak, Jim held up his hands. "I don"t mean to pry, but you went from never missing a night of work to having to take leave at a moment"s notice. The change in you has me worried."

The skin on the back of Dillon"s neck began to prickle. He needed this job too bad to lose it now. "Mr. P., are you gonna fire me? I know I"ve taken some extra time off lately, but--"

Jim shook his head. "Calm down, son. I have no intention of firing you. Like I"ve told you before, you"re the best employee I"ve got. I just want you to know, no matter what"s going on in your life, you can talk to me about it." He paused. "I heard a rumor that you"re no longer living with your folks."

Dillon swallowed, hard. "No, sir. I"m living with my older brother, Heath."

Jim nodded. "I understand that young men your age sometimes have problems relating to their folks. Heck, I may be three times older than you are, but I haven"t forgotten what it feels like to be eighteen. The point is, my door is always open for you, Dillon. I"m more than willing to help in any way I can."

"Thanks, sir. I"ll make up tonight"s time, I swear it."

"Not necessary. Now, go on. Take care of your business. I"ll see you on Monday night."

Dillon almost screamed his relief as he left Jim"s office. He"d cleared the first hurdle. Now all he had to do was get to Jamie and Megan. Dillon clocked out and had almost made it to the front door of the shop when he ran headfirst into Heath. Oh great. That was all he needed.

"Heath, what are you doing down here?"

Heath"s face was flushed, and Dillon was pretty sure it had nothing to do with the cold outside. "Did the sheriff get in touch with you?"

Oh, crap. "Yeah, he did."

"Good. He called the apartment first, looking for you. Thought maybe you had the night off, he said. What"s this about Megan and Jamie being arrested in Chicago?"

"They weren"t arrested, Heath. Just picked up by the police." Oh, yeah. Like that was so much better.

"Picked up?" Heath"s panic was near-painful to watch. "Is Megan okay?"

Dillon started walking towards the door again. "She"s fine, at least as far as I know. I still don"t know why you won"t just tell her you"re crazy in love with her and be done with it."

Heath followed. "Never mind about that. Tell me what in the hell Megan is doing in jail."

"It"ll have to wait. I"m on my way to pick her and Jamie up now."

Heath was hot on his heels. "You can tell me on the way there. I"m going with you."

Well fuck a duck on Sunday morning. If Dillon"s night got any worse, he didn"t think he"d survive it. He forced himself to stop the pity party before it reached full swing. Time to fetch his boyfriend out of the slammer. One more trip to a correctional facility for either one of them and he and Jamie would officially be white trash. Dillon slipped into the driver"s seat of his Lumina and waited for Heath to climb in on the other side. It was gonna be a long night.

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Carrying a thick, manila-clad file Jamie assumed must be Burke Carpenter"s, Detective Kilgore came back into the stale office, his coffee-colored skin dripping with sweat despite the frigid air outside. Flipping his waist length braids over his shoulder, Kilgore slapped the file down and took a seat on his side of the rickety, wooden desk, putting him directly across from Jamie. Kilgore had the dark, exotic looks of a tropical swimsuit model, but the expression he wore made Jamie want to run and hide. His amber eyes probed first Jamie, then Megan, who was seated just to Jamie"s right. Finally, Kilgore said. "Damn, it"s hot in here. Stupid furnace malfunctioned again. You sure I can"t get you kids anything to drink? A soda, maybe?"

Jamie shook his head just as Megan did the same. Jamie instantly wished he"d said yes about the drink when Kilgore went on with, "All right, then. Let"s go over this thing one more time. What were the two of you doing at Burke Carpenter"s house?"

This guy had to be related to Bran in some way. They asked the same kinds of questions and gave the same damning looks. Jamie sighed. "I only wanted to talk to the guy."

"What about?"

Jamie froze, not sure how to answer. That"s when Megan stepped in. "As I said before, Detective Kilgore, Jamie lost his best friend recently. It just so happens that Jamie"s friend, Ben Lewis, lived with Burke for a while. We were hoping Mr. Carpenter could tell us something about Ben"s life before he and Jamie met. You know, childhood stories, funny memories. Anything that might help Jamie find a little bit of peace and comfort after losing Ben the way he did."

Damn, she was good. Jamie could actually see Hank Kilgore"s eyes softening towards him. "Look, James, I can understand why you"d want to find out all you can about your friend, especially after Sheriff Nash explained to me what happened to the boy. But hunting down guys like Carpenter isn"t the answer. He wasn"t the kind of guy who"d keep a scrapbook of happy memories involving his foster kids, if you know what I mean. By all accounts, he was a total bastard. Carpenter did things during his lifetime you couldn"t even imagine."

Wanna bet? Jamie said, "I understand, Detective. I made a mistake by snooping around in Ben"s past. It won"t happen again." Jamie had his fingers crossed under the table. If he told one more lie, Jamie just knew his nose was gonna start growing.

Kilgore went on. "I"m not saying you aren"t entitled to find out all you can about your friend. All I"m saying is, you"re going about it the wrong way. Burke Carpenter used anyone and everyone he came in contact with, his foster children especially. I can"t say any more than that without jeopardizing the case, but I can say that you want to talk to someone who actually knew Ben, and Burke wouldn"t have fit into that category. You want someone who knew Ben the person. Old school mates, fellow foster brothers, former teachers: anyone who might have taken the time to get to know the real Ben Lewis."

Out of that whole speech, Jamie heard only one phrase. Former foster brothers? He hadn"t even thought of that. Jamie gave himself a mental slap on the forehead. Of course. Burke was bound to have had a stable full of boys, especially if he"d been raking in as much money as Ben claimed he was. One of the other guys was almost sure to know something that might tip Jamie off as to who Ben"s second blackmail victim was. At least they might be able to tell him how to find the guy. That is, if Jamie could get them to talk. He shook himself. First, he had to find them. And this time, he knew where to at least start.

Forcing a cough, Jamie said, "Detective Kilgore, my mouth is kinda dry. Do you think maybe I could have a soda, after all?" Jamie broke into another fit of coughing. Megan reached over and started patting him on the back just as Kilgore stood up.

"Sure, kid. I"ll be back in just a sec."

The minute Kilgore left the office, Jamie stopped coughing and turned to Megan. "If you"re done beating the daylights out of me, go stand at the door and keep a lookout."

"A lookout for what?" But even as she asked, Megan moved to the door. Jamie flipped open the file, relieved to see that it was, indeed, Carpenter"s, but wincing at the crime scene photos laying on top. Fuck. The guy who took out Carpenter meant business. Jamie forced his eyes away from the bloody pictures and flipped through the file. He passed over a picture of Burke before he"d been shot. Nice enough looking guy. Mid-forties, fake tan, big smile. As with Barry Sledge, there was nothing in Burke"s picture to indicate the monster within. After giving the picture a brief once over, Jamie started his search again, going through the folder until he came to a page marked Household Occupants. He gave the document a quick scan, making certain it was what he was looking for. Without giving himself time to really think about what he was doing, Jamie removed the paper from its clips and, folding it into a sloppy square, slipped it into his front pocket. He closed the file just as Megan came back to her chair.
I squeezed my torn ass tight around his pistoning rod, and milked it as best as I could.

"That's it, cunt. That's it. That's so good. You are the best fuck.

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