Chapter 10

Tyler cocked an eyebrow at me. I shrugged and said, “We were working on a shoot for Piquant Films.”

Without batting an eye, Jarrett said, “I thought you looked familiar, Mr. Sanders.”

I heard Brent and Chase snicker. Reed, who was standing where I could see him, seemed puzzled, so I said, “The company does gay porn. Tyler’s one of their stars. I’m a cameraman.” Returning my attention to Jarrett, I said, “You’ve actually watched some of them?”

He chuckled. “I could say I have, for research purposes. Back to why I’m here, however. To the best of your knowledge did the victim, Owen Parker, have any enemies?”

“Not around here, if that’s what you’re asking,” Brent told him. “Otherwise? He never said anything to me about someone who might be giving him grief.”

“You were friends?” Jarrett asked him.

Brent nodded. “We’re all friends. And before you ask, nothing more.”