Page 86 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

Flynn casts a guilty look toward me and then turns to the officer. “I couldn’t be sure it wasn’t just a random, stupid-punk kid, or somebody who hates BMWs.” He shrugs. “I honestly wasn’t that worried at that point.”

“But you said there was another incident?” The officer doesn’t even look up from scribbling on his notepad. “When was that?”

“The next Monday. I went out into the garage with a friend to leave for lunch and found red paint on my car.”

A second incident he didn’t think to tell me about.

My anger simmers beneath the surface of my skin, tightening it until I have to take deep breaths to keep from breaking out of it and completely losing my shit in front of this poor cop.

Officer Higgins—as his name badge indicates—peeks up at Flynn with a furrowed brow. “Okay, and you’re sure it was intentional and not just somebody accidentally spilling some paint?”

Flynn lets out a mirthless laugh and shakes his head. “Oh, it was definitely intentional.” He swallows thickly and glances at me. “The word ‘whore’ was written across my windshield.”

Whore?

The images of Flynn on the HRD4U site flash before my eyes. The photos. The live feeds. The thousands of comments he gets every performance from viewers. The private messages he told INEEDSOMED about that he says come frequently.

Higgins raises his eyebrows. “Whore?”

Flynn nods slowly but doesn’t look my way. Probably because he knows he won’t like what he sees if he does.

Higgins jots something down in his notebook. “Sounds to me like you might have a disgruntled ex out there.”

“No.” Flynn shakes his head. “No, officer, that’s just it…I don’t. I haven’t really dated anyone in a couple of years, and all those relationships ended amicable, anyway. This isn’t an ex.”

As much as I would like to believe that’s all it is, an uneasy feeling slithers up my spine, and I can’t shake what HRD4U does from my mind. “I have to agree with him, officer. Flynn and I have known each other for years, and I’ve never seen any of the women he dated mad or even remotely violent. Definitely not enough to do anything like this.”

Higgins releases a sigh. “So, you have no idea what could’ve brought this on?”

Flynn steps away and paces. The loss of his body heat against me makes me shiver, but it’s the fact that he wants to put physical space between us that worries me more.

He motions for the officer to move a little bit closer as a couple walks past us on the way into the restaurant. “If I tell you something, do you have to put it in the report?”

Higgins scowls at him and hardens his stance. “You called us for help with this, to report a crime. We need to know all the facts if you want us to try to figure out who did it or we’ll never be able to prosecute anyone.”

Flynn’s entire body tenses. He’s going to have to come clean, and he knows it. “It’s possible someone may have discovered my real identity.”

“I’m not sure I follow, son.”

Poor Higgins is clueless about what’s coming, but I brace myself for it.

“Shit.” Flynn squeezes his eyes closed and swallows thickly. “I have a webcam business. I do it under a performance name.”

Higgins’ dark eyebrows rise at him. “Webcam? Like a porn site?”

Both Flynn and I flinch, but he nods.

“Kind of. But I double-checked all my encryption software and security measures on the site, and I couldn’t find any way anyone could have discovered my real name.” He sighs and scrubs his hands over his face. “But the word ‘whore’ does make me question if it has something to do with that.”

Jesus…how could he not have told me about this?

It has to be one of his viewers.

It has to be.

Who else would call him a whore or be obsessed enough to do these things?

Higgins releases an uncomfortable chuckle. “Well, this is certainly a first. I’m not trying to make light of the situation, son. I’m just not entirely sure how we could go about checking everyone who might’ve viewed your website. It’s not very realistic.”

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