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

“Okay, I’ll get the list.” There was a slight twitch of her mouth in a small smile. “You do know how to make an entrance, Karl.”


Helen Iqbal was a petite woman. Barely five feet tall with pale red hair that was cut short, just long enough for some wave. The green dress that wrapped her tiny frame matched her eyes. She looked a bit like a pixie.


Karl had felt her pain as Shannon led the woman out of the hall. She wasn’t wailing, just crying quietly with tears streaking her cheeks. She didn’t argue as Karl led them to a staffroom further down. From his recollection, the lock on that room had always been broken and the staff were too lazy to get it fixed. It opened with a slight nudge and Karl switched on the lights as Shannon led Helen to a chair. Then she drew up another chair and sat in front of the woman.


“I’m sorry you had to hear about his death like this, Mrs. Iqbal.” Shannon said.


Chapter 12