Deepan vowed never to come back to Seattle after surviving the hell that was high school. Being a gay Muslim doesn't go down well with anyone. But the temptation of a better paid job in his hometown was too great, and now Deepan finds he's either brought a stalker with him or the stalker is already here. And things are escalating. When his only salvation lies in his former crush, Deepan finds his lust hasn't gone away. In fact, with time, it's only grown more intense.<br><br>Karl had a high-flying career as a baseball star until injury forced him out. Now he's a cop, and going back to school isn't what he has in mind when he's called to a scene where a former classmate has been murdered in the middle of their high school reunion.<br><br>It isn't until he learns Deepan might be at the center of the case that Karl discovers what he really wants out of life. And who.

Resurfaced

Detective Shannon Kerns got the nosy bystanders to move aside as Karl approached, lifting the tape up to allow him under. One of the watching people tried to follow him, but Karl stopped him short with a glare. The man flushed and backed away.


“Nosy buggers.” Shannon muttered as they set off onto the trail, shining her torch ahead of them. “The crowd seems to be building, and the uniforms are getting cranky with them.”


“I’m not surprised.” Karl adjusted his cap. “Shouldn’t they be out getting drunk?”


“Apparently, one of them said you get more excitement sober and looking out the front window.”


“He needs to get out more. Where’s the body?”


“You what? That’s almost on the other side of the park! Why did you tell me to go to the school?”


“Because they had a parking lot with a path straight to the scene.” Shannon kept on walking, easily vaulting a fallen tree. “And at the time, we didn’t know how far in the body was.”


Chapter 9