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simply are. Public service is acceptable, marginally.”
“So you live off your family.” It was hard to tell from looking at Gavin’s face, but Jamie had done the paperwork. Gavin Montgomery was thirty-three years old.
“I live off my own trust fund. But if it’s any consolation, I believe we make a small army of dedicated accountants and tax lawyers very comfortable.”
“I’d go nuts.” Jamie shook his head.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Gavin’s jaw tighten as he turned to stare out into the black night. If they didn’t take the exit for Edgemere, the Patapsco Freeway would take them right to the Key Bridge. What if that trip off the bridge hadn’t been an accident? Jamie snuck a quick look, but Gavin’s reflection in the window revealed nothing.
Neither of them spoke again until Jamie approached the exit.
“We want North Point Road,” Gavin said suddenly. “I don’t know the address exactly, but it’s on the bay, north of the park.”
“You don’t know the address.”
“Remember how you said it would be faster by boat? That’s the only way I’ve arrived at the house before.”
“Great.”
“I did get directions.” For the first time, Gavin sounded exasperated. “Turn there. Now.”
“It’s the state park.”
“I know, but that’s the way.”
“I thought you said you’d only come by boat.”
“Liquor store run,” Gavin explained.
“The way” ended at a T, paved left, gravel and dirt to the right.
“Turn right,” Gavin said.
Not only was the road going to pit up the paint job, turning right looked like they were going to drive straight into a wind-twisted pine tree.
But when the truck sent the gravel skittering as they rounded the tree, Jamie could see they were in the right place. A Jag, a Viper, a classic ’Vette and plenty of Beamers and Audis were scattered around the uneven outlines of a house rising over the stubby trees. His hands tightened on the wheel as he pulled off into a sandy patch, fixing the pines with a glare to warn them off dripping sap on his hood.
Fuck, he was so very far out of his league. He’d felt more in control up on the jump platform of a C-160, HALO drop, Guatemalan jungle four miles down. He remembered Colton slapping his shoulder as they hit the line. Not gonna live forever anyway.
Gavin tapped him again. “You coming? Can’t open the doors on my own, remember?”
He looked up at the house made up of sloped wooden boxes piled on stilts. Behind a wall of glass on the middle floor, a figure who had gone clothing optional paused to put something up to his nose. Jamie’s eyes flicked back to the almost seamless glove box where he’d stowed his badge and gun before picking up Gavin. Jamie wasn’t a grunt to only follow orders anymore. He wanted a sitrep.
“What kind of party is this?”
Gavin leaned over, one hand gliding over Jamie’s seat belt before pulling the buckle free. “You want to be a cop, or you want your dick sucked?”
Jamie punched the door release and hit the drop zone.
A low thump of techno vibrated the wood of the stairs. Nothing that would disturb a neighbor, assuming there were any within a hundred yards. Inside, the music was at a comfortable volume rather than something to scream over.
The door at the top of the steps led into an open space. In a kitchen to the right, a shirtless blond stood behind a counter pouring out drinks from a pitcher. “Gavin. Glad you made it.”
As Jamie’s eyes took in the man’s face, he knew he’d met him before, but that made his being here wrong.
“Lee.” Gavin nodded back.
As soon as Gavin said the name it clicked. “Isn’t that…?” Jamie let his murmur trail off.
“My sister’s husband, yes.”
Yeah, that closeted shit happened a lot. Had happened with Jamie’s buddy Quinn being the one to suffer for it. Somehow Gavin’s shrug about what was going on in his sister’s life made it really fucked up.
“Soren, thanks for the invite.” Gavin
“So you live off your family.” It was hard to tell from looking at Gavin’s face, but Jamie had done the paperwork. Gavin Montgomery was thirty-three years old.
“I live off my own trust fund. But if it’s any consolation, I believe we make a small army of dedicated accountants and tax lawyers very comfortable.”
“I’d go nuts.” Jamie shook his head.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Gavin’s jaw tighten as he turned to stare out into the black night. If they didn’t take the exit for Edgemere, the Patapsco Freeway would take them right to the Key Bridge. What if that trip off the bridge hadn’t been an accident? Jamie snuck a quick look, but Gavin’s reflection in the window revealed nothing.
Neither of them spoke again until Jamie approached the exit.
“We want North Point Road,” Gavin said suddenly. “I don’t know the address exactly, but it’s on the bay, north of the park.”
“You don’t know the address.”
“Remember how you said it would be faster by boat? That’s the only way I’ve arrived at the house before.”
“Great.”
“I did get directions.” For the first time, Gavin sounded exasperated. “Turn there. Now.”
“It’s the state park.”
“I know, but that’s the way.”
“I thought you said you’d only come by boat.”
“Liquor store run,” Gavin explained.
“The way” ended at a T, paved left, gravel and dirt to the right.
“Turn right,” Gavin said.
Not only was the road going to pit up the paint job, turning right looked like they were going to drive straight into a wind-twisted pine tree.
But when the truck sent the gravel skittering as they rounded the tree, Jamie could see they were in the right place. A Jag, a Viper, a classic ’Vette and plenty of Beamers and Audis were scattered around the uneven outlines of a house rising over the stubby trees. His hands tightened on the wheel as he pulled off into a sandy patch, fixing the pines with a glare to warn them off dripping sap on his hood.
Fuck, he was so very far out of his league. He’d felt more in control up on the jump platform of a C-160, HALO drop, Guatemalan jungle four miles down. He remembered Colton slapping his shoulder as they hit the line. Not gonna live forever anyway.
Gavin tapped him again. “You coming? Can’t open the doors on my own, remember?”
He looked up at the house made up of sloped wooden boxes piled on stilts. Behind a wall of glass on the middle floor, a figure who had gone clothing optional paused to put something up to his nose. Jamie’s eyes flicked back to the almost seamless glove box where he’d stowed his badge and gun before picking up Gavin. Jamie wasn’t a grunt to only follow orders anymore. He wanted a sitrep.
“What kind of party is this?”
Gavin leaned over, one hand gliding over Jamie’s seat belt before pulling the buckle free. “You want to be a cop, or you want your dick sucked?”
Jamie punched the door release and hit the drop zone.
A low thump of techno vibrated the wood of the stairs. Nothing that would disturb a neighbor, assuming there were any within a hundred yards. Inside, the music was at a comfortable volume rather than something to scream over.
The door at the top of the steps led into an open space. In a kitchen to the right, a shirtless blond stood behind a counter pouring out drinks from a pitcher. “Gavin. Glad you made it.”
As Jamie’s eyes took in the man’s face, he knew he’d met him before, but that made his being here wrong.
“Lee.” Gavin nodded back.
As soon as Gavin said the name it clicked. “Isn’t that…?” Jamie let his murmur trail off.
“My sister’s husband, yes.”
Yeah, that closeted shit happened a lot. Had happened with Jamie’s buddy Quinn being the one to suffer for it. Somehow Gavin’s shrug about what was going on in his sister’s life made it really fucked up.
“Soren, thanks for the invite.” Gavin
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