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I start to leave and he stops me. “What can I do to help?”

I think about it for a second. “For starters, tell me what you know about the guys in the house. Then I need you to compile a list of the people Jamie tutored. It’s okay if you can’t remember them all.”

“I have his computer.”

“What? The police took it.”

He smiles. “No. Jamie had two. He kept one for school and the other for everything else. I can get it for you. Hang on.” He leaves me on the porch while heading back in the house. When he surfaces a few minutes later he has a computer bag in his hand. “Here. Take it. He’d want you to find everything you can.”

I look him directly in the eyes. “I’ll make sure you get it back.” It’s the least I can do. This guy knew my brother better than anyone. He deserves to have something that belonged to him. I don’t know what it’s like to be gay, but love is love. I extend my hand. “You have my word.”





Chapter 9


We’ve been working non-stop to put a name to fake Windy. House and Renner begged me to back out of my plans with her. I can tell their heads aren’t into it this time. They’re itching to get back to Guatemala. I don’t blame them. For two years we’ve spent more time there then at home. They’ve obviously met people and become accustomed to living in tropical beautiful conditions. No one wants to come back to the states where it rains all the time. The traffic here sucks, and people are much more rude.

The images of her masturbating the night before are making me insane. I can’t stop picturing it. My dick reacts as my mind wanders. I’m losing my shit.

I haven’t seen Matt Howard since our conversation on the porch. We’ve gone through Jamie’s computer with a fine tooth comb and found nothing connecting him to drugs of any kind. I’m frustrated and need a night to burn off some residual stress.

I’m not sure what to wear. To keep up appearances I’ve been staying at the house my brother rented. Being in his room makes me feel a bit closer to the man I never spent the time to get to know. When I look in the mirror at my appearance I realize there are things about me I haven’t even begun to understand. I’ve withdrawn from society for so long its hard to adapt. I want to fit in, I have to, but it’s difficult when I’m over ten years older than everyone I’m surrounded by. After much consideration I choose to wear a pair of dark trousers with a T-shirt I found in one of the boxes my brother left at our dad’s house. It’s tight fitting, which is more how I like to wear my clothes so it shows off my muscles. I throw some gel in my dark hair and even manage to shave my face without any cuts. Even though I’m not used to looking this way, I find it comforting to know I’m about to impress the fake Windy. At this point I don’t really know what else to call her. She’s a fraud, and until I know more she’ll have to be just that.

Since I’ve gotten ready early I decide to head downstairs to feel out the people my brother surrounded himself with. I discover one of the guys I share the place with is home. He’s sitting at the dining room table on his laptop with a text book sitting open next to it. The title tells me it’s some kind of science class he’s doing work for. “Do you ever take the night off?”

He looks up from his notebook and gives me a once over. I’m apparently dressed in clothing he doesn’t approve of. None of them have offered a bit of welcoming, so I’m not surprised he seems distracted. “I have a project due on Monday. I’ve recently discovered some of my earlier gatherings were misleading. Now I’m having to go back and rewrite half of my essay.”

“That blows.” I hear a horn beep from outside, so I tap on the table. “Don’t work too hard, man. I’ll catch you on the flipside.”

I see him peek outside to be nosey. Hopefully when I return he’ll want to talk to me about Windy and her connection to the guy who used to sleep in my room. Lucky for me, I’ve bugged the whole house just to make sure there isn’t anything I’m missing.

The windows are rolled up as I approach the car, so it isn’t until I open the passenger side door when I get a whiff of her sweet perfume. It’s fresh and clean scented, and I have to remind myself this is work, because I’m already wanting to examine every inch of where the smell radiates. She turns and looks at me as if my attire isn’t up to her standards. I think it’s cute I make her question her invitation this early on. I take a quick glance at the tight white pants she’s managed to get over her curvy ass. The black and white toned tube top offers nothing for the imagination, and just as I assume those tits are fake they start moving with every bump the road hits, indicating they are one hundred percent all natural. I’m not partial to either types, but the fact that God gave her this set is definitely an added bonus for me. “You look great,” I offer to break the silence.

“We should probably get to know each other a little better if I’m going to pull off you being my companion.” The way she says it is more like it’s a professional agreement.

“Am I getting paid for this gig?”

Her shocked face makes me chuckle. “What?”

“Well, if I’m supposed to be playing a part I think there should be some kind of restitution.”

“Restitution?”