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“They saw a picture of you and Will in your bedroom. They know you were with someone, and that you’re a cop. They aren’t the masterminds in this, Corbin. If they are involved, they are working with someone above their pay grade. If they report that information back, and it gets out that you didn’t die, who do you think they are coming for to keep you quiet?”
His heart skipped.
“You know…when they can’t get to you?” Ethan asked. “It’s why we’re hiding you here. For your safety.”
Oh, Jesus.
Corbin knew who would be in the line of fire, and that scared the hell out of him.
William Barker.
His boyfriend.
He dropped his fork as that fear gripped him.
Will wouldn’t be safe.
From the look on his face, Ethan knew that Corbin finally understood that every action as a cop had a consequence, and this consequence could be dangerous for the man he was dating.
“Oh, no,” he said, horrified. “Will is in danger.”
What had he done?
He had to put a distance between him and the man because now, his life could be in danger too.
And it was no fault of his own.
Chapter Nine
En Route
To The Detective’s
Location
Saturday Afternoon
The trek in the inclement weather to meet up with the two detectives who had been working on this case was a slow one. The afternoon traffic, mingling with a little snow was slowing them down.
Only, Greyson knew that they needed to do this though in order to cover all of their bases. Corbin hadn’t, and look at how that ended.
When they reached the car, Gene had made a call to Captain Oliver Guy, getting a phone number for one of the cops who had passed this shitshow off to Corbin.
So they could meet up.
It was surprising that the man had given up the number, considering everyone was annoyed with this case, but he had.
Luckily for them, they were working on a case, so they offered to meet them for a late lunch.
Call it a hunch, but Greyson was betting that Gene wasn’t in the mood for a second lunch date.
The first one had been…problematic. Someone was pissed off, and Greyson needed to get him to calm down. No one was happy about anything that had gone down, or was said.
How did he get the seething man to see that?
Gene was silently looking out the window as Greyson drove, but the tension was palpable.
“Pissed?” Greyson finally asked.
