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gossip websites and websites that debunked various celebrity gossip websites.  Ashton was represented in every one of them, of course.  Women couldn’t get enough of him, gay dudes couldn’t get enough of him, and straight ones put up with it because their women came home horny and ready to blow them.
    I couldn’t seem to find any pictures of Ashton in compromising situations with any of the women, though.  No scand alous love affairs with senators’ daughters or the co-star from his last movie.  No groupies getting groped at parties or secret rendezvous in shady hotels with cute little American Idol starlets.
    If anything, he seemed more likely to hang out with the starlet’s brother.
    Interesting.
    He wasn’t openly out of the closet, but he hadn’t denied anything, either.  I was perfectly straight, but if he wasn’t…well, it was something I could possibly use to my advantage.  Whatever got the job done, got me back on my regular pay and off of Rinaldo’s shit list worked for me.
    The whole watching every word I said thing was getting old.  I didn’t mind being overly polite to the boss – I was used to calling people above me sir , so it came pretty naturally anyway.  Still, I felt like he was always waiting for me to screw up again, and I hated feeling like I was being evaluated all the time, especially when he compared me to a second-rate little shit.
    There was the added little tickle in the back of my head that told me I was going to have to kill Terry Kramer.
    He was in my thoughts a lot as I lay on my stomach at the local shooting range with my rifle up against my shoulder.  With a twelve round magazine instead of a ten, I made multiple holes in the center of the target’s forehead.
    “Nice shootin’.”
    “You ain’t supposed ta smoke in here,” I told Jonathan.  I cringed as I realized his accent was being extra contagious today.
    He laughed out loud and made a grand gesture as he looked around for some stupid motherfucker to argue with him about it.  I rolled my eyes and squeezed the trigger again.  I was pretty sure Terry’s face would look pretty nice with a little round hole between the eyes.
    At least thoughts of killing him were keeping my mind occupied.  It seemed every time I wasn’t thinking about killing someone, thoughts of a brunette riding my cock in a hot, stuffy cabin in the middle of the desert kept coming back into my mind.
    Terry Kramer’ s little appearance at my apartment building at three in the morning hadn’t been a coincidence.  He had spent his whole life in Chicago and wouldn’t have gone the wrong direction from a bar to the train, no matter how much he had to drink.  Aside from that, he had been perfectly sober enough to lie to my face about why he was there.  If he just happened to be at my apartment as two thugs decided to take advantage of a drunken idiot, there were only a couple of ways that was possible.  I never considered coincidences to be possibilities.
    One, he had been following me.
    Two, he hung out around my apartment a lot but kept out of my sights.
    Three, he arranged for the thugs to be there.
    For a dozen reasons, I was going to go with all of the above.
    Various thoughts, considerations, and scenarios occurred to me as I continued researching Brad Ashton’s movements via the internet.  Most of the thoughts started with Terry being a little too power hungry for his own good and ended with a bullet in his brain.
    First things first, though – Terry wasn’t on my kill list.  It wasn’t that he had to be on an official list approved by the boss, but if I went off on a tangent before hitting my target, Rinaldo wouldn’t be overly pleased about it.  I needed to take care of Ashton, which meant I needed to figure out everything I could about his Atlanta trip.
    I took a few more shots, packed up my rifle , and sat down in the lobby area with Jonathan and Nick.  No surprise at all, Nick had found the one and only woman at the