Chicago PD Detective Michael Branham reluctantly calls in the federal marshals when he gets wind of a dangerous fugitive. Ken “Sully” Sullivan flies in as the Agent-in-Charge. After a futile car chase during a blizzard and a resulting car accident, the two men take shelter in an unused stable. Wounded and cold, Sully and Michael lower their defenses and admit their attraction to each other. Sully's comfortable with his bisexuality, whereas Michael has some self-admitted attraction to men but has never done anything about it. Months later, Michael has a family funeral in the DC area and arranges to meet Sully again. The heat still smolders between them. Then disaster hits Michael -- the kind only another cop can understand. Sully rearranges his life to support Michael, who is still uncertain about their new relationship. Can two men with high stress jobs from different cities find a way to meet each other in the middle?

Trust in the Fast Lane

I got a partial plate of FNB3. I hastily circled around the corner toward where Branham and I had parked. He had already started the car and was headed toward me. I jumped in. “He went left at the intersection.”


Branham gunned the car and took off in that direction.


“I think that’s him up ahead.” I pointed at the car a quarter mile down the road becoming ever less visible in the increasing snow. “Jesus fuck, what is up with the weather?”


Branham was silent, focusing on the road and lengthening distance between us and Ditweiller’s car. We sped along in totally crap-ass visibility for more than five minutes, trying to close the gap without success.


Suddenly I saw brake lights and realized Ditweiller had slammed on the brakes in the middle of the road. I heard a sharp inhale from Branham as he stood on the brakes. Our car skidded, hit the edge of the road, and flipped. 4: Chicago Detective Michael Branham


Chapter 4