Mt Pleasant High

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MT. PLEASANT HIGH - SERIES

The life of 16 year old Josh Davenport changes when he acts on the feelings he's been having, primarily towards his friend Matt. While that is happening, a new family moves in to his street and he develops a friendship with the neighbor's kid, Shawn. Together, Josh and Shawn get their hands in a briefcase full of cash. The police wanted that money as well. But for what reason, they wouldn't know.

Previously:

Journalist Richard Desbordes convinces his editor the Gazette needs to hire private investigators to keep track of Lopez and Miles, the crooked cops.

Matt have sex with Chad, the high school 'king' and the boy tells if he wants to hang out with Chad's "gang" he needs to do something for him: get him another 'faggot' he can fuck.

When the journalist read the "Josh" e-mail he thought that the person writing the e-mail was the person that HAD the money. When the PI gave him the first report on the cops, he was totally assured of that: he had the person with the money.

PART 6 - SATURDAY NIGHT'S ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT

It was 9 days until first day of school. Shit! That went fast, thought Josh. The summer really flew by this year. Well, of course, since he started having sex, many other things became of really less importance.

Josh, in spite of having worked Saturday morning babysitting the Briggance kid, was scheduled to work in the night at the Maggiore Pizza place. He didn't complain. One thing his father taught him is that a man can't be afraid of working. "Working can't kill you", he would say, and complete soon: "Well, if you work in a coal mine, it can surely kill you... But that's not what I'm talking about here. I'm trying to say..." Whenever his father came up with that talk, Josh would say he understood it, "no sweat, dad, got it," because he got the concept tatooed in his soul. (If you ever can actually tatoo something in your soul, just let me know.)

Josh was ready to go, but laid in his bed thinking about his life, school soon to start. There was a thunderstorm pretty packed already.

"Hey fucker! Aren't you gonna work?"

"Bite me, Jordan..."

"No, I'm serious man... Mom asked me to remind you, it's almost six already."

"Oh shit man!"

"I know, Run Lola Run!"

Josh flew down the stairs, mumbled a 'bye' to his parents who were at the kitchen and stormed to his car. Jordan followed him to make sure he wouldn't forget.

"I want my bacon pizza!!!!!"

"Ok!"

The drive downtown was cool with the VW Golf top down and as Josh hit the stereo, the station on was the same since morning, the classic rock station and it started playing Elton John's "Saturday nights alright for fighting" which totally suited his mood for the night. Josh really was "a juvenile product of the working class" as Bernie Taupin described in the song.

Matt had it all set in his mind, he would go downtown meet Josh when he left work. Only thing he didn't account was the fucking heavy storm pouring down at the exact time he planned to walk out of the house. It was few minutes past nine. He could only get out right before the clock showed ten o'clock. Easy, it was about 50 minutes walking to Maggiore, but Josh was totally worth it. Matt had to stop at a gas station when a bit more rain showered off and the fifty-minute walk turned into an almost two-hour ordeal. Josh was still worth it no matter how.

There it was, the green VW, parked under a tree, near the Pizza place and he had few minutes to spare until they closed and Josh would come out.

Josh saw someone next to his car as he walked down the street, holding his brother's pizza. No, I don't wanna get robbed just now. Fear aside, he walked closer and then he identified that silhouette as Matt.

"What you doing here? I thought you were some low life waiting to steal my car and plant two or three bullets in my chest, coz it was obvious that I was gonna fight."

"Really, you thought all that?"

"Yes, wouldn't you?"

"Dunno... I came here coz I thought you could use a night out after working like a dog."

"And you didn't call. What if I had a hot-date?"

"Oh, then I would ask you ever so kindly to drive me home before you went banging your hot date... Do you have one?"

"Nope. Just teasing you... I actually kinda liked you surprising me that way. Where's your bike?"

"I walked."

"Really?"

"Yeah..."

Once inside the car, Josh asked what was the plan for the night.

"Dunno. Just wanted to see you... And do this."

Matt leaned toward Josh and kissed him. His tongue just invaded Josh's mouth and the warmth of that kiss, the tender touch of his lips, wow, that was exactly Josh needed after almost six hours waiting tables, feeding the nice folks of Mount Pleasant their desired pizzas. Both kids pretty much forgot they were in a very not private place, though inside the car.

"Okidoki, we might as well go to another place, what do you think?"

Josh drove away with no particular destination, Matt suggested at some point they should go to Park Hennesey, that's where young lovers used to go to have their romantic encounters.

Park Hennesey was on the top of a small hill and because of the rain, there were only two other cars parked that night. Great, no one to disturb us.

Josh went on kissing Matt this time and feeling up his package inside his pants. Matt was really big. He had taken Shawn's load in his mouth in the morning and well since then he could really handle some more of sex. Sometimes Josh found himself thinking he was getting pretty horny. Damn! It had been few days since his very first sexual encounter with Matt and sex seemed to be the one thing he cared about ever since. He fucked Shawn, that was right, but he could do a lot more.

"Let's go to the back seat, Matt."

A back seat of a car is not the most spacious place to have sex, but boys will be boys and it seemed good enough for a Saturday night fun.

"Who's this pizza for?"

"Jordan asked me."

"You know, I walked all the way from my house to the pizza shop."

"Uhuh, I know where you're going, Matt. Let's dig in, just save a little for the young SOB."

"Fuck, I love bacon pizza." Said Josh.

"Me too, I like bacon nearly as much as I like sex"

Josh laughed at Matt's remark doubting all the way he could love bacon that much.

The pizza box was placed in the passenger seat as both boys were satisfied and there was still half left for Jordan.

"Now, mister hotcock, let's pick it up where we left it..."

"We were kissing..."

"And I was about to unbutton your pants. That's the perfect dessert."

Matt went down on Josh's cock and he was a damned hungry sucker, he had the whole shaft all the way in within seconds. Josh shivered every time Matt engulfed the whole thing down. The first boy he ever had between his legs did it better every time they went at it.

Josh was laid in the back seat and Matt somehow adjusted on his knees in the tiny space left between the back and the front seat while he had his mouth full of 'meat'. He parted from the head and licked his way down until the shaft met the nutsack, which was not neglected at all. Josh had the perfect cock, Matt thought. Now he was holding the cock upwards and was having a blast licking and sucking the balls, each one at a time. He patted Josh's leg, and he lifted one up on top of the backseat and the other one was supported on the driver seat's head restraint. That hot boy hole could hardly be seen due to the dim light that reached the inside the car from a pole nearby, but it was really not needed. Instead of seeing Josh's ass, Matt wanted to lick that delicious puker he was the first ever to fuck. It was flawless for all Matt could tell. He had no hair down there, he smelled nice, as was Josh's quality ever.

As Matt tried to tongue-fuck Josh, he just moaned and he could see him biting his lower lip.

"Oh, fuck me Matt, fuck me deep..."

All right, let's just do it then.

Matt positioned his cock and spit lubed it, placing it against that puker, slowly but firmly. Josh pushed himself against it, feeling his ass stretch as the cock made his way in. That sensation of having a boy's hot thick dick invading your hole was a one that could not be explained with words. Inch by inch his buddy's cock entered the hole until he could feel the pubic hair against his balls. The thrusting began and Matt, caressed Josh's cock and flat belly while fucked that ass.

Matt was perfect. His cock coming in and out felt so nice. A little painful at times, but in general view, an extraordinary feeling. Josh thought they should have started doing that long before, but there was no room for regrets. Maybe their timing was perfect to muster out the courage and make the next move.

As the cock kept slamming the inside of Josh, he felt every move to be stronger, even Matt's handling on his hips felt tougher. Matt was about to cum.

"Oh, Josh, I feel like I'm gonna cum, babe..."

"Yes, honey, let me have it... I wanna have your hot load inside of my ass... Just do it..."

And the rythm became hyper fast and deep.

"Ohhh... Whooa..."

Matt ceased the thrusting but his cock remained inside, stuffing Josh's ass.

"I really needed that, Matt." Josh said while kissing Matt, that ever so passionate after-sex kissing.

"I could do you every day, Josh. Really. Every single day of my life I could do whatever you want. I love being with you..."

"I love it too, babe."

Josh now was letting out some words that he could not think of saying to Matt, ever. "Babe", "Honey." That was all new, but he said them because he felt like it.

Will I ever be able to say something bigger like I love you?

He thought he could eventually say that. But no rush there. And what if he said he loved Matt at some point? Would he still be fucking with Shawn?

Richard Desbordes vowed he would not get drunk tonight. Not with vodka, at least. His choice of drinking was now the green bottles of Heineken. There was quite a few of them on the kitchen counter though his brain was working at full speed, trying to tie the loose ends of that story.

He drew a diagram on a paper.

-> FACT: Capo Monteiro under arrest. Monteiro family needs/wants him out. Darlene Mayer is hired as their lawyer.

-> POSSIBILITY: Monteiros promise Lopez/Miles money (probably to get Capo out of jail).

-> FACT: Ian and Vlad Monteiro are to deliver such money. SOMETHING GOES WRONG >> Video.

-> FACT: Ian and Vlad Monteiro dump the money in the sugarcane field (according to the video he obtained from that kid in St. Claire).

-> FACT: Lopez/Miles fail to get their hands in the money, therefore Capo Monteiro remains in Jail.

-> POSSIBILITY: The person who sent me that e-mail, that alleged JOSH, gets his hand on the cash. That's why he asked about a robbery.

-> FACT: Shark Mayer (at Monteiro Family request) put pressure on the Lopez/Miles, to get the plan going because the judge might change his ruling about Capo Monteiro be on the county jail. Compliments to the PI on the information.

-> FACT: If Capo Monteiro goes under Federal custody, it's pratically impossible to get him out.

-> FACT: Also, if Capo Monteiro remains arrested, the Monteiro Family power is diminished. They'll soon lose to other gangs.

-> FACT: Lopez/Miles are looking for the money.

-> QUESTION: Will the cops be able to reach this JOSH person, whoever it is?

Now what will be their next moves? It was clear that something would happen and soon. Richard knew he needed confirmation of that money, for materiality. The JOSH person with the money probably doesn't know what was that money for, just saw an opportunity and took it. Will he want to collaborate? He let clear in the message sent that the policemen were dangerous.

Anyhow, Richard just knew he had to find the JOSH person before the cops, OR ELSE. His big story and the busting of that whole criminal organization depended on that.

Few minutes passed while Josh and Matt kept their kissing. Soon enough, Matt was totally ready for a second round. He let Josh on to that, taking the boy's hand to feel up his butt. Josh felt that now as a baby butt. So soft at his touch.

"Let's go outside?"

"Are you crazy, Matt?"

"No... The other cars went away..."

"Why do you wanna go outside?"

"I want you to fuck me on the hood."

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

"That's fucking crazy!"

"Exactly, that's fucking crazy... I want you fucking me in a crazy wild manner..."

Josh wasn't totally into it. Sex on the outdoors, like that. On the other hand, the idea of fucking Matt on the hood of his car was extremely wild as he said. He would be moving on to join the "outdoor public bangers club" if that thing ever existed.

Matt felt his body against the car door while Josh made out with him. Their pants were unbuttoned and loose. Matt led Josh to the front of the car and took off his pants, now he was bare naked. He stood with his back to Josh and leaned forward, bending himself with the hands on the hood.

"Eat my waxed ass..."

Oh, thaaaat was it! Josh was going to experience that... He had no complaints whatsoever about Matt's ass he licked before, but since he went on to do it, why not eat that bald boy hole?

Matt had reason when he decided to wax. Dammit it felt good. Better than good, totally mind-blowing amazing!

Seriously Josh could rim that ass for ever, or at least till the sun settled on the horizon. Matt felt free to moan and sigh in a loud fashion. As loud as Matt went, wilder it made Josh. And hornier!

Neither Josh nor Matt noticed when a car entered the lot.

Zack Gahm was about to start his senior year and Paul Sardington, was Josh's and Matt's classmate. He didn't recognize either of them, but what they were doing was unmistakable.

"Check that dude!" Said Zack as he turned off the car, to not make themselves noticed.

"Fuck!"

Those kids were out in the night to smoke their weed and drink some beers.

They got more than they bargained for. Zack adjusted himself on his seat while he took a sip of the beer and Paul instinctively had the sudden urge to adjust the bulge in his pants.

Matt climbed on to the Golf's hood and spread his leg, giving Josh full access to his dick, that was serviced pretty nice and for a very long time.

"Fuck man, those guys are going wild! He ate his ass, now is giving him the head... And the guy on the hood seems to be having a blast."

"Yeah, man... But they're fags..."

"Really? You gonna pull that crap on me? I see it, but you gotta hand it to them, they're getting some. What about you?"

Paul had to admit, they might as well be fags, but they were doing more than he did the whole summer. His one and only fuck was with a chubby girl he was not willing to acknowledge he'd fucked.

Zack dragged long on that joint before handing it to Paul. Zack's cock was being rubbed over his pants with that scene. Paul needed to adjust his pack in the pants every other second.

Josh stopped sucking Matt, and he let the pants fall around his ankles. Zack and Paul got a good view of his boy butt. Josh, having this boyish looks, had a nice butt to look at. He was all-attractive to whatever guy who got juices flowing for boys.

"Nice butt, check it Paul."

"I have to admit it man... Though he's a guy, his butt is totally hot..."

Zack was no strange to boy-on-boy action, he did it with two of his cousins whenever he visited them in North Carolina. Paul and Zack had seen each other cocks too. Hell, they even jerked off together! But that was back in the day, when Zack was 15 and Paul was 14. After that, nothing. Zack couldn't hold his meat inside his pants anymore. He pulled it down and started caressing his cock while swallowing that 'grass' smoke.

"Fuck me Josh... I want that big cock of yours inside my ass!"

That was loud enough for the boys in the car to hear.

Josh pushed his cock inside Matt until it stretched the sphincter enough to slide in. Matt was having a blast as a loud moaner. He was better than those crazy kids in porn, that thought occured to Josh while he filled his friend's ass with his meat.

Paul gave up pretending he wasn't totally into it and allowed his cock to get some air. The first joint was gone now. Zack was all-eyes to Paul's cock. And the other way around was true too! Paul couldn't help but steal a glance (or more than that) at Zack's 7-inch mouth-watering-knockout.

Zack was proud of his junk. He was never ashamed of letting it hang in the school locker. Paul wasn't as much confident but there was no reason to be embarrassed as well. At the age of 16, his cock got past the 6 inch mark in the ruler. It actually reached another half inch the last time he measured.

All Matt could do was ask for more cock. Josh had only too fill in to his buddy expectations, slamming his groin area on Matt's body with every powerful thrust he was required to do. Fucking in public was now at the top of the list of the craziest things Josh did in life.

Zack was helpless since the beer and the pot took away his best reasoning. He just HAD TO GRAB Paul's cock. It was mandatory. He tried fighting it back, but to no use. Looking at it as his friend handled the damned thing wasn't good enough.

"Oh, buddy, I have to do something man..."

"You gonna cum?"

"No, dude... I wanna make you cum!"

"No shit man... Never did this stuff!"

"Relax dude... Just never tell anyone and you'll be straight as an arrow, as you always were... But I really wanna do it..."

A moment of dilemma. Paul didn't want that. He was no fag, queer, gay, whatever they call it. But at the same time, he thought it didn't exactly meant he would be gay if he just let Zack do stuff to him. Or did it?

The look in Zack's eyes... Paul felt his heart beats even stronger, it was like he could actually see his veins pulsating with every single pump from the heart... Pot does stuff to your brain, don't you think?

"Oh, fuck man... Just don't ever tell a soul about it..."

"You gonna like it..."

Though Paul wasn't willing to admit, that live gay action happening before his eyes had turned him and boiled up his hormones. Zack handling his cock was not bad at all.

Who am I trying to kid? I'm loving this damned shit!!!

"Zack... Suck my cock man..."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah man... I lied to you... That girl never sucked my cock man... Go crazy and just do it... Please..."

All right. Horny kids shouldn't be around weed and beer, let alone mix them up and spice it with voyerism. The outcome can be exactly that. A alleged straight boy having his friend sucking up his cock... That thing just happens all the time.

Zack missed the gran finale of that live porn as he had his mouth full of teen cock. A cock that had never been sucked before, it had only been to that fat girl's pussy, but he was the first mouth ever to explore that blonde boy pulsating meat.

Josh's flaming gun was burning his way in and out Matt's ass and it thickened, he thought it was even harder, if it could be possible. That was it. Josh allowed himself to go loud too and he roared like a wild lion as his load flew inside Matt, who seemed like an animal himself, he was a mad dog, shouting obscenities...

Paul got the whole thing. He saw it and clearly it would remain in his mind for a loooooooong time after that. He had never seen gays fucking, not even in porn, let alone have his friend give him the head. His only sexual experience had been that chubby girl. He might even hate himself in the morning, but for now, Zack was giving him pleasure he'd never had.

After Josh finished off Matt, Paul lost control too and flooded Zack's mouth. Really flooded. Zack wasn't planning on swallowing it, but it was so much that he couldn't help it. It was either swallow or make a unexplainable mess in his car... Zack had a cock shoot a load in his mouth before, his two cousins did it to him, as he did to them, but never, NEVER, that amount of boy milk. To make bad worse, the taste of Paul's cum was beyond amazing. What the fuck? How can his juice be so yummy?

"You swallowed the whole thing, Zack?"

"Man... It's fucking delicious. Plus you shoot a whole damned load man... You always do that?"

"Dunno man..."

"Fucking awesome."

"You liked it?"

"LOVED IT!"

"Really?"

"Wow man... Could do it all over again..."

Paul was still digesting the whole thing. No way he could give a propper answer to that. That blowjob was fourth of July fireworks but he didn't know he would do that ever again.

Josh and Matt. Oh man. That was a hell of a fuck.

"Oh, Josh... I loved it."

"It was crazy. Crazy indeed."

"The best fuck I've ever had!"

"Me too!"

"All right, let's get inside?"

"Sure... I'm wasted, Matt"

"You did all the job, but I'm wasted too..."

Paul recognized Matt when he stood up, naked.

"Fuck!"

"What?"

"The bottom guy... I know him!"

"No shit!"

"He's in my class... Shit man... I study with him since 6th grade, I think... Man! I never thought he..."

"Well... He's a hot fuck no doubt!"

"Man I would never figure this out."

"And the other guy?"

"I don't know, have to wait him turn around..."

Josh, all smiling with Matt, turned himself while opening the car door...

"Motherfucker!"

"What?"

"That's Josh!"

"I don't know him..."

"Man, Josh Davenport!!! Hahahaha!!! I know him too! We're sorta friends!"

"And you never knew he liked to fuck guys?"

"How could I? Man, oh man..."

"I guess you have one more topic for conversation..."

"Oh, I'd rather talk about the weather..."

"Well, tell you one thing, you have to introduce me to them..."

They got inside the car, but never really motioned driving home. They were just lovers, or friends-and-lovers, appreciating their after sex conversation.

Zack and Paul thought it was best they left. That was better not to be seen.

Josh never knew someone had watched them. Matt noticed it at some point, but whoever was in the car seemed to be pretty harmless, so he just put out the best show he could.

Josh parked his car in the driveway right after 3 am. As he entered the door, he noticed Jordan was sleeping on the couch. He placed the pizza in the kitchen and went to wake the boy.

"Jordan... C'mon buddy..."

"Wh-what?"

"You slept it off on the couch man... Go to your room..."

"Man, I was waiting the pizza... What time is it?"

"Don't know man..."

"Did you bring the pizza?"

"Sure thing man. I brought half of it."

"Whatever happened to the other half?"

"I ate it with Matt."

"Man, it's 3 am!"

"Whatever... Wanna eat?"

At the table, eating, Jordan asked.

"What were you guys doing until this late?"

What he could say?

"Just talking, you know..."

Luckily for Josh, Jordan seemed to be satisfied with that. At that time of the night he wouldn't be able to come up with a story.

The brothers talked and laughed and had a really good time. Such thing was rare and Josh enjoyed it the most. He should wake Jordan to talk in the middle of the night, that was the best conversation they had in years.

Sunday morning Lopez and Miles were on duty. It was before 8 am and they stopped at a public phone. The number dialed was the listed one for Darlene Mayer. She answered with a sleepy voice.

"Who's calling at this time?"

"Need to talk to you..."

"I'm sorry mister, you have the wrong number."

"Don't shit me you bitch."

"I'm sorry mister. You have the wrong number."

She hang up.

"That bitch. She hang up on me!"

Seconds later, Miles phone rang. The sleepy voice was gone and replaced by an angry one.

"Are you stupid? Never, I repeat, NEVER call my number."

"I need to talk to you."

"You can talk now, I'm on a disposable."

"We need some cash."

"Why? You got your pay, and misplaced it."

"Shut up and listen son-of-a-bitch! I got an idea for taking that old bastard out of jail. But I need some cash to get it going. Some people need to be sweetened so I can go through it. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"They won't give you no dime!"

"Well, then your guy is gonna go to the Feds, and we're out of it."

"You can't get out of it. You know better."

"The talk in the department is that this next week the judge is gonna rule on that new change of venue thing."

"I know that."

"So, it's now or never. But I'm gonna need something."

"How much?"

"Twenty grand or so..."

"I'll see what I can do. WAIT FOR ME TO REACH YOU. DO NOT CALL ME AGAIN!"

She hang up on Miles once again.

Richard got up on Sunday with a new idea. He had to go to that hacker guy. If that paid off, he could turn one of his POSSIBILITIES into FACT.

"Open up, Vincent. It's Richard."

"Man, it's Sunday, it's early and I can't even tell what time is it, that's how outrageous your visit is."

"Go to hell. You're doing nothing man."

Once settled in, the unpleasantries ceased. That was a code between them. If there was no unpleasantry, then Vincent would just run like hell. When people deal with shady business, they always have to look behind their backs.

"What's up, Richard?"

"Can you crack an e-mail account?"

"It's not corporative mail, is it?"

"No. It's some 'gotmail.com'..."

"Sure you're not getting me into trouble?"

"No, man. It's just a source I need to know better. It's a long shot, but I'm hoping it pays off."

"Lemme see it."

Vincent went through the e-mail account and minutes later he announced:

"We're in!"

"Ok, now, let's go through his e-mails..."

The hacker started checking the e-mails received by Josh.

"Are you dealing with teen gay porn?"

"What?"

"Well... It's, uh, say, a dozen mails here, all with pictures of cocks. See here."

All the e-mails present there showed pictures of the boys Josh talked online since May.

"Here, Richard. This one: This is my cock. I'm 16, tall blonde, yadda yadda yadda, looking forward to meet you.

Other one: My 7" cock, I'm 18yo, athletic, into swimming, hiking, yadda yadda yadda...

All the other ones are pretty much the same thing..."

"What about the e-mails he sent?"

"Let's see...

Here he says: a picture of me... It's a picture here of your guy, from the neck all the way down to his cock. If it helps he's a thin boy, white..."

"Well I don't know if it helps and I don't exactly know what helps at this moment."

"He signs his name Josh."

"Well, he gave me the same name... I was hoping to find his last name... Or something else..."

"According to this description he lives in Mount Pleasant. Looking forward to meet some buddy to fool around, from 15 to 18 years old..."

"That doesn't help much. I know now I'm dealing with a teenager... May be easier than if it was an adult."

"Why?"

"Because man. I can't let you into the details of the story. But I'm almost sure he is not part of the problem, he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or at the right place at the right time. Who knows."

"I got his password, do you think it helps?"

"Maybe... What is it?"

"MatthewJenikin."

"Do you think that's his name?"

"He maybe a teenager, but he can't be THAT stupid, right?"

"Maybe it's a name he picked out of the blue, or, according to psychology, maybe someone he has a crush on..."

"All right. How do you figure that?"

"I took a little psychology in college, it helps a lot in journalism. Sometimes people in general, and especially teenagers, use the names of their object of affection in passwords, mostly if those objects of affection are out of their reach."

"Really? Never knew that..."

"They've done studies."

"So what now? We search people named Matthew Jenikin?"

"That would be good..."

Their search returned one Matthew Jenikin. One that lived far away from Mount Pleasant and was at least 30 years older.

"Try Matt instead of Matthew." Suggested Richard.

"Here's your guy, Richard!"

"We got the password so far. Let's not rush to the fireworks... Now we gotta go trhough his friends..."

"...And find the ones named Josh?"

"Yes..."

"All right. We have eight."

"Too much. How many of them in Mount Pleasant or Metro area?"

"Let's see... We reduced to six. All of them in Mount Pleasant."

"Great. We cut off 25 per cent."

"What now, boss?"

"A cup of coffee would be nice..."

"Lick my ass, Richard..."

"Now, let's go through their pictures... We can cut off the ones who are obviously too different from that 'neck-to-cock' picture."

"We have one black Josh."

"That's off, our guy is white."

"One fat. Another fat."

"Now we're down to... Three? Is that it?"

"Yes."

"Josh Hamilton. Let's go through the profile... Oh wait. This one is off to college."

"So he's not our guy."

"Next is Josh Davenport and Josh Ranbrandt, both 16... Apparently they could be the guy in the picture."

"We're gonna have to check all the photos..."

"Maybe not. Apparently Mr. Davenport and Mr. Ranbrandt have been to the beach this summer."

"Oh really?"

"Yes... And I tell you one-hundred-percent-sure that Ranbrandt is not your guy. His chest is totally different from the guy in the picture..."

"So it's the other?"

"Gonna see... Are you aware that this whole thing may turn out to nothing, right?"

"Don't jinx me!"

"All right... Let's see our guy. Check him shirtless."

"I think it's him."

"You think? Man you should totally work with CSI."

"At least now I know I'm dealing with a teenager, not with a bad ass gangster."

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