definitely wanted to continue seeing Gray. He’d just have to find a way.
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Chapter Five
Dropping his keys on his desk, Gray sat in his chair and sighed. He’d gotten back to his house in enough time to clean up and head back to the office. God, he was getting too old for all-nighters, though he couldn’t complain about what he was doing to keep him up.
Kissing Aaron goodbye almost distracted him enough to make him late, but he managed to break away, promising to call the younger man later to set up a time for them to meet for lunch. He needed to tell Aaron what they found out about the other two victims.
Kaplan strolled in with two cups of coffee in his hands and a file stuck under his arm.
“You look like you either had a very rough night or you got lucky. I’m going out on a limb and say Baker might be good for you.”
Gray took one of the cups and inhaled the scent of coffee. He needed the caffeine more than he cared about being harassed by Kaplan about Aaron. Before Kaplan could say anything else, Gray’s cell phone rang. He pulled it out and saw Bobby’s number on the screen.
“I have to take this. I’ll come find you when I’m done and we’ll talk about what else you’ve found.”
Kaplan nodded and left.
“Hey, Bobby, can’t get enough of me, huh? Nik might get jealous if he knows you’re calling me again,” he teased when he answered.
“Bullshit. Nik knows I’ve only got eyes for him. You’re in some deep shit down there, aren’t you?” Bobby cut to the chase.
“Deep shit? What are you talking about?”
He leaned back in the chair and set his feet on the edge of his desk.
“My partner, Jablonsky, pointed out the murders you’ve had on the Mall. Two victims, blond, young, and male.”
“Three. I thought the news channels would have a field day about that one.”
“Three vics? Same M.O. and everything? Where did the third body turn up?” Bobby’s interest ratcheted up.
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Maybe Gray shouldn’t be discussing the case with his friend, but he trusted Bobby wouldn’t talk to the press about any of it. One thing Bobby was good at was keeping his mouth shut.
“On the South fucking Lawn of the White House. Young blond guy with all the blood drained from his body.”
Bobby cursed softly. “Fuck. I was afraid this would happen.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Does this have anything to do with that case you worked on where you met Nik?”
“I’m afraid it might. I hate to say this, but if your perp isn’t caught soon, there will be more bodies and young men will continue to die.”
“Why young blond males?”
“Okay, here’s the story. There’s a secret society still around known as the Knights of Paiderastia. It was started way back when Vlad the Impaler was around, only Vlad wasn’t a member. His half brother, Radu, was. The Knights think they can achieve religious fulfilment through loving young boys, though they’ll take young men as well.”
“So this is a group of paedophiles?” His stomach roiled and he pushed away his coffee.
“They started out that way, and for all I know, some of them might still be. The assholes we ran into took young men from the clubs or rent boys and killed them.” Bobby paused.
“Were they all blond?” Gray started typing all the information he received from his friend.
“No. That might be a quirk of your killer. I don’t know about that. I can tell you the killings I dealt with were violent and bloody. Not neat and clean like yours. It sounds like your killer has figured out how to control his urges well enough to make it harder for you to discover who he is.”
Gray stopped and stood, strolling over to the window to stare out at the Washington monument at the end of the Mall. Christ, Bobby’s news didn’t sound good, and Gray wasn’t sure how he could manage to stop more murders.
“What do I look for? How do I
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