Chapter 13

“We’re all fucked up.”

“I guess so.”

We listened to the rain outside, cupped together. Hard rain. Endless. Rain that could make two men, both strangers, fall in love. Such strange love.

* * * *

I wouldn’t tell Dusty where the bodies were buried.

I wouldn’t tell Dusty that Sander wanted to murder three more people.

I wouldn’t.

Wouldn’t.

* * * *

I left Dusty in the middle of the night, walked back to my room. XXX gay shit still played on the flat-screen, which was bolted to the wall. Lewis and Sander were tangled together on the bed. Both were naked. Lewis’s stomach was covered in pools of semen. Both were snoring. I striped out of my clothes and climbed in bed with them.

My family.

Us.

Happy.

* * * *

The three bodies were hidden on top of bodies. Joey Fintelli. Marla Dashington. Cody Rexingrode.

Stop thinking about them, Paul said in my mind.

Early morning had come, and I couldn’t sleep. My two lovers were still asleep. Dried semen on Lewis’s stomach. Limp cocks.