George Martin and Mike Foster have been best friends since childhood, but recent events have brought them even closer together: Mike has moved into George’s house now that George’s unfaithful boyfriend has been kicked out. It puts Mike in a pinch, because he’s always loved George -- maybe more than a best friend should.<br><br>George doesn’t suspect Mike’s feelings, being wrapped up in his job as the youngest lieutenant in the Jacksonville sheriff’s office and investigating a series of murders. But it will all come to a head when George is stalked by a psycho and Mike steps in front of a bullet meant for George. George then realizes there’s much more to their relationship than he thought.

Bodies of Work

His eyes widened. “It’s you…. You’re a cop?”


Ignoring him, I said, “Turn around and put your hands on the roof of the car. You’re going to jail.”


“You fucker,” he said. Then he sort of whined, “Why didn’t you respond to me? It could have been wonderful.”


“Shut up, turn around, and put your hands on the roof of the car. I don’t want to tell you that again.”


He gave me a sad look and said, “If I can’t have you…” and made a motion that I couldn’t quite interpret from my angle, but I thought he was complying with my instructions.


Mike yelled, “He’s got a gun,” and lunged at the stalker, which placed him between us. I heard a shot, and Mike went down.


The gun rose in my direction, and I put two bullets in the stalker’s head. He fell to the street, and his gun clattered to the pavement. Without taking my eyes off him, I kicked his gun well out of the way.


Shit.Ten years on the force, and I’ve never had to fire my gun in the line of duty.


Chapter 33