Edward Kendrick

When runaway Kip Faulkner was seventeen, he witnessed two men commit a murder. Fear kept him from telling Sheriff Long the truth about what he'd seen. Guilt made him turn his life around. Eleven years later, he's the owner of a reputable private investigation agency in Denver. John Rigby looks like a typical biker, tattoos and all. But Kip discovers he’s the antithesis of that stereotype when he hires John to work for his agency. When Kip learns about a recent killing exactly like the one he witnessed and recognizes one of the killers in a blurry photo on the news, he vows to find out how the two murders are connected ... and if there have been more. With John's help, can he learn the truth behind the murders while the two men fight their mutual attraction? Or will Kip become the next victim?

The Agency

Listening to the music did help, although his gaze kept going to the lavatory door as he wondered if John was going crazy with nothing to do but listen for anything that said someone had made it into the jail, and his cell. He knew from personal experience how boring a stakeout could be and that was exactly what John was doing. At least he doesn’t have to use a piss jar, given where he is. Much to his surprise that thought amused him. I guess I am relaxing…at least somewhat.


Time passed slowly, the channel he was watching moving from the pitch for the sixties album to one for seventies music. The building was silent except for the sound of an occasional car passing by outside. He closed his eyes, remembering the last time he and John had gone riding—when John had taught him how to drive the bike.


Kip jerked awake when someone put their hand over his mouth.


“One word, one sound out of you and we kill you now,” a rough voice said.


Chapter 33