Chapter 8

“Let’s go to bed,” Sam suggested. “Maybe our visitor planted hidden cameras and wants to tape us having sex.”

The thought of making a sex tape or starring in a porn video had always intrigued Joel. He’d had several offers to star in gay adult movies since moving to New York City, but he couldn’t cheat on Sam, who had emphatically refused to do porn.

Still, the notion excited him.

“Well, if you insist,” he said. “Aren’t you scared we might show up on the Internet on somebody sex tape?”

“Not at all,” Sam said.

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After the sex, Sam turned out the lamp and lay back on his pillow, but sleep didn’t come. The sex only temporarily made them forget about the possibility of an intruder and it troubled him.

How can someone have gained entry to their apartment? What did the CD mean?

No answers came to mind and Sam fell into a fitful rest. It eluded him as he woke and started at every noise.