Six years ago, Jarrett Kessel helped his best friend’s little brother deal with his family’s rejection when he came out. He saw potential in the tempestuous teenager. Talent. Then, they both moved on with their lives.<br><br>Now, the FBI needs Jarrett’s help. Sketch artist Eli Locke is their only lead in finding a killer, but he’s nowhere to be found. Though the Feds are convinced Jarrett is the best way to lure him out, he’s not so sure. Until they show him the web comic Eli has created, with a superhero who bears a striking resemblance to Jarrett.<br><br>When Eli gets an email out of the blue from the man who changed his life, he doesn’t even consider saying no to a meeting. Jarrett is even more amazing than he remembers, and the fact that he’s all right being the role model for the one thing that means the most to Eli is just icing on the cake. But the truth about the murder comes out, and even though he had nothing to do with it, Eli wants to run. It’s up to Jarrett to keep him from ruining his life for good, before the killer finds them both and does it first ...

Outlined in Ink

Pfeiffer still hadn’t moved. He might as well have been a statue. His hand was still thrust inside Eli’s duffle.


He tried to will Pfeiffer to look at him, but he was too fixated on Sandora. He’d only have one shot at this, but it would’ve been nice to know Pfeiffer was on the same page.


When he tensed to bend over and pick up the bag, Sandora slackened his grip enough to allow Eli the freedom to move. His arm slipped through the circle of Sandora’s hand. Time stood still as Eli reached for the backpack Yager had given him.


As soon as his body blocked Sandora’s view, his hand changed direction. He reached instead for the pencil he’d positioned behind his ear as he’d been talking to Pfeiffer. Holding it like a dagger, he twisted his body and drove the pencil into the fleshy part of Sandora’s thigh with as much force as he could possibly manage.


Chapter 67