Willis Moore is a detective with the Richmond City police department. A case he was involved with went down badly and he was given a month's sabbatical to pull himself together after the death of his informant, a young man named Teabag, with whom Will had let himself become sexually involved.<br><br>Back on the force now, Will finds himself drawn to another street punk, a hustler named Corey, who seeks police assistance to protect his "boys" from a violent attacker. He and Corey work well together, and Will dares to hope their relationship might be heading toward something more. But he still can't seem to shake the feeling he will eventually fail to protect the hustler ... the same way he failed to save Tea.

Tricked Out

As the nurse breezed by them on his way out the door, Corey whistled low. “Damn, Sam,” he said, straying to sit on the edge of his friend’s bed. “Does he make house calls?”


The faint grin that rose at that comment was quickly tamped down when Sam noticed Corey wasn’t alone. “Who’s this?”


“The guy I told you about. He’s a detective,” Corey said, nodding at Will. “She’s—”


“No cops.” Sam struggled to sit up straighter against the awkward position of the bed. “Shit, Corey, I told you—”


With a flash of anger, Corey rounded on his friend. “How many more boys do you think have to get hurt before we catch this fucker? First Bobby, then you. Who’s he gonna hit next? How far does he have to go before you put your stupid pride behind you and help me get him off the streets?”


Sorensen spoke up, her voice calm. “Sam, honey, it’s not your fault—”


“I knowthat,” Sam spat. Flopping back to his bed, he glared at her, then Will, his gaze finally coming to rest on Corey beside him. 


Chapter 22