“You wanted to see me?”
Darin looked up from what he was doing early Monday morning to see Scott Reed standing in the doorway. When he beckoned to him, the undercover detective came in and took a seat in the visitor’s chair by Darin’s desk. A handsome man in a disheveled way, Scott’s straight blond-streaked brown hair touched his collar, and he obviously hadn’t shaved in a couple of days.
“I did,” Darin replied. “We need to catch a murderer.”
Scott nodded, then smiled. “That is what we do. Who this time?”
“We don’t have a name or even a description. All we do have is a victim and a man who’s being stalked by the killer.”
“Just great,” Scott muttered. “Fill me in. The lieutenant was less than forthcoming with the details. He said he’d rather I got them straight from you.”
Darin told him everything he knew so far.
Scott shook his head dourly. “Now I know why you wanted me.”
“Yes and no. You do know the territory, which is a plus. You’re also one of the best at going in undercover.”
“Those would be the yeses. What’s the no?”
“You’re going to be dealing with a man who, to all intents and purposes, is still in the closet to everyone he knows outside of the club scene. That could make it hard for you to stay close to him.”
Scott tapped his fingers together thoughtfully. “You say he works at a homeless shelter.”
“Yes.”
“This could be fun. Homeless during the week, a player any time Corey goes out to a club.”
“That will be as often as possible if we want this to work. I think that’s where the stalker first latched on to him.”
“You only think?”
“As I told you, the times he’s contacted Mr. Byrne, he’s called him a slut, implying he’s seen him with various men. Clubs are the only places where that could happen.”
“A logical conclusion. Although he’s also been at Byrne’s workplace at least once, possibly at the supermarket when he was there, and definitely at his apartment. So he’s not confining himself to the clubs.”
“True.”
“When can I meet Byrne?”
“I’ll call and get him down here now.”
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