A brutal shooting made Detective Will Danner a wealthy man. But it cost him his job, his partner Robert ‘Bobby’ Nielle, and his serenity. The one thing Will was born to be was a cop. When Sheriff Ray Stettler offered him a job in his department, Will took him up on it. The last thing he was expecting when he walked in that door the first day was to find the love of his life, Deputy Sheriff, Joseph Albright.
Joe’s fundamentalist parents had beaten being straight into him. They sent him to Military School because of a teen age kiss with the boy he had a crush on. He put being gay behind him except for a few hidden moments of what he considered weakness. The one time he was true to himself, disaster struck and he crawled back inside his closet.
Can Will’s love be enough for him to make a stand? Will’s life may depend on it when an angry serial killer comes to call.
If he saw that damn shirt, they were dead. Breaking and entering. Conducting a search without a warrant. Outside their jurisdiction, no less. Will stopped counting and lowered his head to the floor only to inhale dust. He stifled a sneeze.
Feet crossed the carpeting in front of him so close he heard the brush of the sneakers on the carpet. Mac’s gun poked him in the side. The sneakers vanished into the walk-in closet. Hangers rattled. Will whacked Joe when he slid away from Mac. Joe whacked him back. Mac poked Will and mouthed ‘Stop it.’
“Damn it. Where did she put it?”
They stopped breathing. Something scraped in the closet and they started breathing again.
Will felt a tickle on one of his sensitive spots on his leg. Mac stroked the spot with a finger. That meant Mac was bored. Like that damn blow job when they were on stakeout that ended up with him moving in with Mac. Shit. If only he could get his hand down there, he would break that damn finger. He arched against Joe trying to get away from Mac’s finger, but there was nowhere else to go… which was why Mac had the room to do the stroking. Damn it, he wanted to pound his head on the floor. That stroking shit always made his eyes cross.
A rumble started to build in Joe’s chest. It appeared that spot still made his eyes cross.
Mac stopped stroking his leg and Joe shut up. Seconds seemed like hours until the boxes started moving again.
It was a bad cop movie. Come to think of it, it was Mac’s damn fault they were under this bed to begin with. He’s the one who came up with the idea of breaking in. He was supposed to know when the house was clear. The next time he better swear on a stack of Bibles… that wouldn’t work. He was an atheist. Will forgot and lowered his head to the floor again. A sneeze built. Mac poked him. Joe grabbed his clothes and tried to haul Will closer. Shit, if he flipped this damn bed over, they were screwed. Goodbye career, hello jail. Honest to God, if they ever got out of this, he would kill both the sorry sons of bitches then hide the bodies where they would never be found, buy a ticket to Alaska, take a vow of celibacy and go live in the bush.
“Finally. Jesus, Nan, I said put it away not hide it.” A thump, then a scrape sounded from the closet. The sneakers reappeared. Will counted each step until the door closed behind them. No one moved. The shower in the other room came on then a voice erupted in song. He jabbed Joe in the ribs. Joe released him and rolled from under the bed, grabbing the piece of Mac’s shirt on the way. Will followed. When Mac slid out, Joe handed him the piece of his shirt.
Mac whispered, “Get ready to run for it. The window.”
“Aw, no. The dumpster is under that.” Will whispered back as they crawled out from under the bed.
“You rather do the front door? That damn Chihuahua came back with him. He’s got the run of the first floor. You might as well set off every alarm in the neighborhood if we set that damn dog off.”
“And three guys crashing into a dumpster won’t? Besides these are my Lucchese boots. Do you have any idea how much I paid for these? I don’t want to ruin them in some damn dumpster.” Will lifted one leg to show Mac the boots.
“Damn it next time wear normal shoes like the rest of…” Mac paused. “Are those the Classic Seville Goatskin ones with the medium toe?”
“Yeah. And I ain’t spending 1000 dollars on a pair of boots to ruin them.”
Mac examined the boots. “Are they comfortable? I was looking at them the other day.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ. If you two Marys get done here, feel free to fucking follow me anytime.” Joe opened the window and jumped.
Mac and Will stared at each other.
Will asked, “Did he just call us Marys?”
“Yep.” Mac said as he swung through the window.