A murder in a small Colorado town closely resembles unsolved crimes committed by a serial killer almost thirty years ago. Private investigator Teague Donovan learns of the recent murder and is instantly drawn to the case, because one of the victims in the past was his best friend, and he is determined to bring the killer to justice.<br><br>Hoyt Newman, the detective in charge of the most recent case, is none too happy with Teague's interfering. At least not until a second homeless boy is tortured and killed. As the two men work together, they begin to develop an interest in each other -- one that seems fated not to come to fruition since Teague is city, through and through, and Hoyt is definitely country to the core.

The City PI and the Country Cop

Only then did Teague say, “It’s over.”


Hoyt drew him into a tight embrace. “It is. You can finally rest easy. Probably for the first time since you found out what really happened to Chris. If he’s hanging around somewhere watching, he’d be proud of you.” He kissed Teague’s temple. “I know I am.”


“I helped, but it was your dedication that brought closure for his death.”


“Teague, you were kids. It’s time to stop beating yourself up about something you had no control over. You weren’t responsible for Chris’s detestable aunt, any more than Paul was responsible for her and the other one teaching him to hate. Or,” Hoyt added dryly, “my being the reason for my father’s dislike of gays. Chris, and any other kid who has died because their family didn’t like what they were—they were innocents in a world full of hateful people.”


“Not a world. Just a few…misguided people.”


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