Chapter 9

Troy’s eyes soon drifted back to the tablet on the desk. The picture of Beck still remained on its screen. The man looked happy but with an air of vulnerability that called to something deep inside Troy. But did he like the dude in thatway? Troy’s head shake wasn’t as emphatic as maybe it should be. That made him angry all over again. “No, I’m not queer! And I’m outta here.” Troy got to his feet and made for the door. He’d go see the chief and…

“Sorry. I took longer than I intended,” Virginia said, meeting Troy at the door. She was flanked by a man and a woman, presumably fellow members of the CSA. “This is Katerina and Scott.” They blocked the doorway, preventing Troy from leaving.

Katerina pointed to the chair Troy had recently vacated. “Please sit.”

Troy did. His parents had raised him to always respect authority and this woman seemed to exude it. He tried not to scowl; there was something about this woman he didn’t like or trust, but he didn’t know what or why.