You Belong to Me – 34

 

 

“As I pointed out when you told me before that you aren't out, you go to clubs frequented by gays, so a lot of people would know," Darin replied. "Maybe not your family, or friends and coworkers, but anyone who’s seen you at one of them has probably figured it out.”

 

“I guess. But still, how would the stalker know Brad and I were going to meet at the club? We set that up before the watch was stolen, by phone actually.”

 

Darin frowned, drumming his fingers on the desk. Then he made a call, asking whoever he was talking to if they had found any surveillance equipment during their search of Corey’s apartment. Apparently, the reply was a no, because he said, “Well, go back and look again.” Covering the receiver, he asked Corey for his keys. When Corey gave them to him, Darin told the person he was talking with to come by and pick them up.

 

“You really think the stalker got into my place and set something up?” Corey asked fearfully when Darin had hung up.

 

“It’s the only way, from what you told me, that he could have known about your date with Mr. Reynolds.”

 

“That scares the shit out of me because it means he’s been in my place more than a couple of times.” He slammed his fist down on the desk. “Who the hell is he and why is he after me?”

 

“He’s obviously fixated on you. That means I need a list of every man you know, either through work, from the clubs, or anywhere else. Anyone you’ve interacted with on a regular basis, no matter how innocently.”

 

Corey managed a small smile. “Hardly innocent when it comes to guys at the clubs, I’m afraid.”

 

Darin chuckled. “Probably not. All right, is there anything else you haven’t told me?”

 

“Other than the fact I had the creepy feeling someone was watching me one time when I was grocery shopping, nothing I can think of.”

 

“I presume you didn’t see anyone at the store that you recognized.”

 

“Only the people who work there.”

 

“How well do you know the people in your apartment building?”

 

A knock on the door interrupted them before Corey could reply. A man came in, and Darin handed him Corey’s keys, instructing him to return them as soon as the team had finished their search.

 

When the man was gone, Corey answered Darin’s question. “I know them enough to say hello to someone I recognize in passing. That’s it.”

 

“That’s true with most apartment dwellers,” Darin said wryly. “Okay, I’d like you to remain here while I go talk to my lieutenant.”

 

“How long will that take?”

 

“Shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes, hopefully. In the meantime you can make the list of your male friends and associates for me.” Darin handed him a pad and a pen before leaving the office.

 

And when you come back, it’ll be with a warrant for my arrest. Corey didn’t really believe that now, but still he figured it was a possibility if the detective hadn’t believed him. Sighing, he started the list.