Clay finished his coffee and threw the cup away. He stretched and reached inside the car for his holster and gun. He was a tall man with dark hair and a lean body. He wasn’t a handsome guy but he had a certain charm or charisma that pulled you in towards him.
“So, do you think Mr. Kinney did it?” Terrance asked waiting for his partner. He was an old guy with just a few more years on the force before he retired.
“I don’t know. He says he didn’t do it,” Clay put on his blazer and the two of them started walking. “He says that Justin Taylor was the only one that he was aware of that had been in the building that day which tells us that anyone else could have gotten inside even if he didn’t see that person.”
“How old is this guy?” Terrance asked.
“He’s only nineteen,” Clay said looking at his notes. “Right now he has art history.”
Terrance and Clay walked inside the building and looked for room 22A. They stood outside and waited for the class to end, which fortunately was in a few minutes.
“Excuse me,” Terrance said grabbing one of the guys leaving. “Do you know who Justin Taylor is?”
The guy turned around and pointed at Justin who was walking down the hall. Clay and Terrance followed him.
“Justin,” Clay called when they were outside.
Justin turned around and frowned unfamiliar with the two guys whom were walking towards him were.
“Justin Taylor,” Clay said. “I’m Detective Clay Williamson and this is my partner Detective Terrance Perry.”
Justin just stared at them. “Is there a problem?”
“We need to ask you a few questions,” Clay replied. “Do you mind?”
Justin shook his head and then just stared at them. “What is it?”
“Could you tell us if you know a Brian Kinney?” Terrance asked.
“I do,” Justin said. He was so scared that something had happened to the brunet. “Why?”
“How did you two meet?” Williamson asked.
“Is he okay?” Justin asked.
“Yes,” Terrance assured him.
“How was it that you meet him?” Williamson asked again.
“Could we walk? I have a class across campus,” Justin told them.
The detectives nodded and the three of them started walking.
“I met him about two weeks ago. I was coming down from New York and I ran out of gas. So I walked up to this house and Brian and some of his friends were there. Then he drove me to my apartment. We started to meet up a few times at my place,” Justin explained. “Sometimes we were at his loft too.”
“Did you two have sex?” Williamson asked.
Justin stopped walking and just stared at them. “What is this about?”
“Just answer the question,” Terrance said.
Justin frowned. “Yeah, we did.”
“Were you at his apartment last night?” Terrance asked him.
“Sure,” Justin told them. “I wanted to talk to him but…he was with someone else.”
“I see,” Williamson looked at his partner.
“Are you aware that someone was killed there last night?” Williamson asked as he watched Justin’s reaction.
“What?” Justin asked taken aback. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“We found a trick murdered in his building,” Clay told him.
Justin frowned and shook his head. “No way.”
Terrance looked at the blond and could see that he was truly stunned.
“Wait,” Justin said. “You think that...Brian did it?”
“We are looking into it,” Clay told him.
“But Brian is...he’s kind of strong headed but he could never kill anyone,” Justin couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“You barely know him,” Terrance pointed out. “Unless it was you. Is that why you are so sure it isn’t him?”
Justin frowned. “I didn’t kill anyone.”
“Are you still together?” Terrance asked.
“No,” Justin said. “He basically said he never wanted to see me again. And we never were together. It was just...fucking.”
“So, that was the last time you saw Brian,” Terrance said. “What did you do after you left?”
“I was feeling really bad. I walked for a while with no place in mind but ended up here. So I went to my studio and just painted,” Justin told them.
“Was there anyone that saw you?” Terrance asked.
Justin shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Terrance and Clay looked at each other.
“When you saw Brian was he mad?” Clay asked.
“A little bit,” Justin stopped in front of the building he had class at. “He didn’t want me there and he got pissed.”
“Was he mad before you got there? Or was it after you got there?” Clay asked.
“I don’t know, okay?” Justin looked at his watch and then at them. “Is Brian okay?” he asked once again. He needed to be sure.
“Yeah, he’s not the one that was found dead in his building,” Clay said.
Justin was grimacing just imagining it. He shook his head and knew that Brian hadn’t done it. He thought that the brunet was a good man no matter what anyone said. “I have to go.”
“Here,” Terrance said giving Justin his. “If you remember anything else, give me a call.”
Justin took the card and nodded before he turned around and left. He had to see Brian and make sure that the brunet was okay, even if Brian didn’t want to see him again.
***
“You aren’t looking too good,” Emmett said to Brian as he stood behind the man.
Brian looked at Ted and Michael and shrugged. Emmett moved and sat next to the brunet.
“What’s with you?” Ted asked then he turned to the bartender to ask for a drink.
Brian sighed as he stared at his drink. “They found a dead guy in my building.”
“They found what?” Michael asked shocked. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“It was this trick that I fucked last night,” Brian took a gulp from his drink. “Pan, Paul, Pat, Pete, something with P. I don’t know his name.”
“Jesus,” Emmett whispered.
“There was blood everywhere,” Brian told them.
“Who did it?” Ted asked.
“How the fuck should I know?” Brian asked shaking his head.
“Did you call the police?” Michael asked.
Brian stared at his friend. “No, Michael. I actually left him there for decoration purposes.”
“Sorry,” Michael whispered.
“The police came and were everywhere,” Brian told them pushing his empty glass away from him. “When they lifted him up I saw why there was so much blood,” he closed his eyes briefly. “Someone cut his throat.”
“Jesus fuck,” Ted muttered.
“Are you okay?” Emmett asked.
“Sure,” Brian said as he lifted his glass when the bartender was looking at him.
“Do they have a clue who did it?” Ted asked.
Brian shrugged. “I really don’t care.”
“They could have thought it was you,” Emmett pointed out.
“You’re watching too many movies,” Brian told him. “In any case, it could have been Justin.”
“Justin?” Michael asked. “Who the fuck is that?”
“The guy in the woods, remember? He became one of my tricks,” Brian muttered. “He was there last night. Although he’s just too nice,” Brian smirked. “I don’t think he did it.”
“How come you know his name?” Michael asked. “If he’s one of your tricks now?”
“Because I do,” Brian told him. “He told us his name when he was at the house. It’s a different situation.”
“Right,” Michael said smirking. “I think you like him.”
“Back to my story,” Brian told him ignoring Michael’s words.
“Are you going to go back there?” Emmett asked.
“It’s my home, Em,” Brian pointed out as he watched the bartender refilling his glass. “Where the fuck would I go?”
“What if they really wanted to kill you?” Ted asked. “You were bound to piss someone off with your charming attitude.”
Brian smirked. “It could happen.”
“You should have called me,” Michael pointed out.
“What the hell for? Were you going to revive the guy, Mikey?” Brian shook his head and got up. He threw a few bills on the bar and sighed. “I’ll see you guys around.”
“You be careful,” Emmett told him.
Brian just nodded and walked away from them.
“Hey,” Michael said as he followed Brian out of Woody’s. “Want me to stay with you?”
“Nah,” Brian told him. “I’m going to be okay.”
“If you need anything call me,” Michael told him.
Brian nodded and gave him a peck on the mouth. “Be good Mikey.”
Michael smiled and watched him go. If he were Brian, he wouldn’t be staying at the loft for a long time. He would even think about moving away.
***
Terrance walked slowly as he read the file in his hands. He couldn’t believe what he was reading but it turned their case in a whole new direction. He closed the file and walked over to his partner. “Look what I found,” Terrance said dropping a file in front of Clay.
Clay grabbed the file and looked at his partner with a raised brow.
“Justin’s parents where murdered three years ago,” Terrance told him. “Stabbed to death just like our victim Penn Johnson.”
Clay frowned and then stared back at the file. He opened it and studied silently. “It says here he has a sister. Molly Taylor.”
Terrance nodded as he grabbed his suit jacket. “We’re going to go talk to her.”
Clay nodded as he got up. File in hand to learn more about Justin Taylor. They got in the car, Terrance in the driver's seat while Clay busied himself with reading the file.
“It says here that Justin went to live with his uncles,” Clay told them. “They never caught who killed his parents. They never found anything at all, not even a suspect.”
Terrance frowned not liking the way it sounded. “We're here,” he said after a while.
Clay looked up from the file and stared at the Victorian looking home. He closed the file and got out of the car. They walked to the door and knocked on it twice before a young girl opened it.
“How can I help you?” Molly asked.
“This is Detective Williamson and I’m Detective Perry. We’re looking for Molly Taylor,” Terrance told her.
“Let me see your badges,” Molly said.
Clay smiled and showed her his.
“I’m Molly,” Molly looked at them. “What do you want?”
“Could we come in to ask you a few questions?” Clay asked.
Molly called for her aunt who came immediately. “These detectives want to ask me a few questions,” she turned around and went to the living room.
“Come on in, please,” Wanda told them.
They walked to the living room and sat down.
“What is it that you want?” Molly asked them.
Terrance looked at Clay and then back at Molly. “We want to ask you a few questions about your parents.”
“They’re dead,” Molly told them.
“We found a man that could have been the one that killed your parents,” Terrance told her. “He killed someone else.”
“How do you know it’s the same person?” Molly asked.
“Our lab technicians told us that the stabs wounds were similar,” Terrance said.
Clay just nodded knowing that his partner was straight out lying. They were going out on a limb and he hoped that they were right about Justin’s shady past.
“Can you tell us what happen?” Terrance asked.
Molly looked at the floor not wanting to remember. She looked at her aunt who gave her a reassuring smile.
“You don’t have to tell us anything,” Clay told her.
“It’s okay,” Molly told them. “What do you want to know exactly?”
“What happen that day?” Terrance asked.
Molly thought about it. “It was like any other day. It was Friday.”
Clay nodded and listened.
“We got up and went to school and then came back home,” Molly closed her eyes as she talked. “Mom was making dinner...
I’m home, Mom!” Molly said as she threw the door shut.
“Where’s your brother?” Jennifer called from the kitchen.
“He didn’t come to pick me up,” Molly shouted as she ran up the stairs to her room. She threw her book bag on the bed and took off her uniform. She put on a shirt and some shorts before she ran out of her room and to the kitchen.
“Molly, do you have homework?” Jennifer asked when she saw her daughter stealing a cookie.
“Yeah,” Molly told her. “But I’ll do it later. I have all weekend.”
“How did you get here?” Jennifer asked cleaning her hands.
“Marcy’s mom dropped me off,” Molly told her. “What are you making?”
Justin walked in the kitchen and smiled at them. “Hey.”
“You didn’t pick me up,” Molly accused.
“I went by your school and you weren’t there. You could have waited a few minutes,” Justin pointed out.
Molly rolled her eyes.
“Mom, can I stay with Daphne tonight?” Justin asked.
“Sure, honey,” Jennifer told him.
Molly left the kitchen and went to watch television. She sat there and waved at her father when he came into the home. She stayed in the living room until they called her to eat. After dinner she went to her room to listen to some music.
Molly took a shower when she got tired and when she came out she went to the living room where her parents were watching a movie. She got on the sofa with them and put her head on her father’s lap. “Where is Justin?”
“He left already,” Jennifer told her.
“Oh,” Molly said and stayed there. Soon enough she had fallen asleep and like every time she did her father would carry her to her room.
Molly sat up startled by her mother’s screaming. She swallowed hard and for a long time she couldn’t move. It felt like hours had passed when she finally got out of the bed. She ran to her door and stopped when she heard the squeaks on the floorboard. Molly locked her door and backed away. She looked around her room trying to find a place to hide.
Seeing the window gave her the adrenaline rush she needed as she ran to it. She opened the window and climbed out making sure that she had a good hold. She closed the window once again and climbed down. Once she touched the ground she ran towards the neighbor’s house.
“Did you ever come back to the house?” Terrance asked. “After the cops where there?”
Molly opened her eyes and shook her head. “They called my brother after a while and Daphne brought him home. They talked with the cops and Justin ran...he ran inside the house,” she stayed silent for a second.
No, no, no!!” Justin screamed. “No, no!” he screamed as two officer drag him out.
“They had to take him out...he saw them,” Molly whispered. “He saw them dead.”
Terrance and Clay looked at each other.
“They told Justin that we were lucky,” Molly sighed. “The guy had been looking for Justin and me. He destroyed our beds. Just stabbed them over and over again.”
“Thank you, Molly,” Terrance told her.
Molly cleaned away her single tear and got up quickly. Then she left towards her room.
“Mrs. Jacobs, could we ask you a few questions too?” Clay asked.
Wanda looked at them and nodded.
“You took care of both of them after what happened,” Clay said.
Wanda nodded. “They didn’t have anybody else. And Molly and Justin were wonderful children.”
Terrance nodded. “Did they ever give you any trouble?”
“Well, like any normal children. I have three, myself,” Wanda told them. “Molly and Justin fought like brother and sister do. My kids fought with them also. Kids do.”
Clay looked around the house. “Did Justin ever get violent?”
“No,” Wanda told him. “When they first came here they wouldn’t talk to anyone. They both had nightmares and would just stay in their rooms. Sometimes Molly would go to Justin’s room and stay with him,” Wanda sighed. “It was hard in the beginning. Trying to make them talk and eat and do anything at all. Justin left school for a year and he and Molly received therapy. With time they got better.”
Clay cleared his throat. “Could I have a glass of water, Mrs. Jacobs?”
“Sure,” Wanda got up and went to get it.
“Look over there,” Clay said to his partner. “In the yard.”
“The kids,” Terrance smiled. “I’m on it.”
Wanda came back and gave a glass of water to Clay. She had another one in her hand. “Where’s your partner?”
“He’s outside,” Clay told her taking a sip. He stayed with her asking her some more questions. When he thought he had enough he just thanked her for her time. His partner was waiting for him by the car.
“I got nothing,” Terrance told him. “The kids adore their older cousin.”
Clay shook his head. They got inside the car and drove back to the department.
“Do you think maybe it’s just a total coincidence?” Terrance asked.
“I don’t know. I have a bad feeling about this kid,” Clay told him. “But I could be wrong. I have been before.”
“He was with his friend,” Perry said.
“We have to do a test drive,” Clay said. “You can drop me off at Daphne Chandler’s house. I have to see if I have time to kill them and them make it back to the friend’s house.”
Terrance nodded and just drove.
***
Justin knocked on the door and waited.
Brian opened the door and arched a brow.
“Hi,” Justin said.
“What are you doing here?” Brian asked.
“I know you don’t want to see me,” Justin sighed. “I just wanted to see for myself that you are okay.”
Brian nodded and they stared at each other.
“The detectives talked to me,” Justin said. “They think you killed that guy.”
Brian shook his head and moved to the side. “Come on in.”
“Are you sure?” Justin asked.
Brian nodded and closed the door once the blond was inside. He stood next to the blond and his nostrils were instantly assaulted with Justin’s scent. His cock got hard immediately. “Do you want something to drink?”
“Uh, sure,” Justin told him. “Water would be fine.”
Brian walked to the kitchen and took out a bottle of water and some guava juice. He put the bottle on the counter and then got a glass to serve himself some juice.
Justin walked to get the bottle. “Thanks.”
Brian didn’t say anything as he poured the juice. Then he put the container on the counter and looked at Justin.
“So, uh...what happened?” Justin asked.
Brian grabbed his glass and drank his juice as his mind filled with images of the dead body. He frowned slightly. “I woke up and went to work. But before I could get out the bloodstains got my attention. Someone slit his throat and left him there to bleed to death.”
Justin scrunched his face. He opened his water and started drinking. Brian put his glass down and walked over to him. They stood in front of each other not saying anything.
“I should go,” Justin said closing the bottle. “I just...I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“After the way I treated you?” Brian asked.
Justin shrugged. “I still like you. A lot.”
Brian snaked his arm around the blond and pulled him closer. Justin put his free hand on Brian’s chest and stared at the man. Slowly their heads moved closer and then they were kissing each other. Their kiss was slow but hard. Brian’s tongue pushed inside the blond’s mouth and he tasted the boy. His hand grabbed the back of Justin’s neck and their mouths crashed closer together, if that were possible.
Justin let the bottle fall down to the floor and their kissing got hungrier. Brian pushed Justin onto the floor and got on top of him. They never let their mouths separate as they got rid of their clothes. When they were both naked Brian pulled away from Justin’s amazing mouth. He reached for a condom and the blond took it away from his hands. Justin opened and put it on Brian.
“Fuck me,” Justin told him.
Brian took Justin’s legs and put them on his shoulders. He grabbed his cock and put it at Justin’s entrance. He pushed inside as he looked at the blond.
“Yes,” Justin hissed. He closed his eyes and threw his head back.
Brian pushed himself all the way inside the willing body. He licked Justin’s neck and took a deep breath. He loved Justin’s scent and hadn’t known how much he had yearned for it until that moment. He opened his eyes to stare at the blond that had turned his world in just a few days. He was breaking his rules over and over for Justin.
“Harder, harder please, Brian...I want...”
“What?” Brian asked. “Tell me.”
“To...feel...you,” Justin groaned.
Brian grabbed Justin’s hands and interlaced his fingers with the blond’s. He pushed their arms up as far as they could reach and started to move harder against Justin.
“I want to cum!” Justin yelled. “Oh god, please.”
“Then do,” Brian muttered and licked Justin’s cheek. He let his tongue run along Justin’s jaw line before he sucked Justin’s sweaty skin.
Justin shut his eyes as he melted in Brian’s arms. He wanted Brian to touch his cock or he would. At this point he didn’t care who did it. Brian let go of Justin’s left hand and grabbed Justin by the waist. Pulling Justin up and making their sweaty bodies rub against each other.
“Oh god!” Justin finally found the friction he had been looking for. His legs tightened on Brian’s shoulders and he splashed his cum in between them.
“Fuck!” Brian grunted as his hips started to move fast in and out of Justin. He was just jabbing his cock inside the blond. Throwing his head back as he came.
Justin’s legs fell down and he quickly wrapped his arms around the brunet. Brian took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He kissed Justin hard and grabbing the condom at the base of his cock he pulled out.
Justin’s phone started ringing and he groaned. He sat up and crawled to where his pants where. Brian slapped him on his left ass cheek. Justin looked back and smiled at him.
“Hello,” Justin said. “Molly?!”
“Hey,” Molly told him.
“What’s going on?” Justin asked getting up quickly. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, yes. I was just calling you to tell you that there were two detectives here saying that they were after a guy who could have been…the one that killed our parents.”
“Are you serious?” Justin asked. “What else did they say? Who is it?”
“I don’t know,” Molly told him. “They just left. They left a card.”
“I want to talk to them,” Justin said. He wanted to know who had killed his parents.
“His name is Clay Williamson,” Molly told her.
Justin frowned. “He didn’t tell me anything.”
“You know him?” Molly asked.
“Yeah,” Justin said as he turned to look at Brian who was still sitting on the floor. “I do.”
“Is everything okay?” Molly asked hearing disappointment in Justin’s voice.
“Yeah,” Justin assured her. “I’ll call you later, okay?”
Molly smiled. “Okay.”
Justin closed his phone and stared at Brian. “I think I have good news for you.”
“And what’s that?” Brian asked him.
“I don't think the police are after you anymore,” Justin mumbled as he sat down on the floor in front of Brian.
“Who are they after then?” Brian asked.
“Me,” Justin whispered.
Brian looked at him and shook his head. There was just no way in hell that anyone could believe that Justin was capable of killing someone. He pulled Justin, who looked like his world was falling apart all around him, close to him.