"Mike, can we get out the house tomorrow? You could take us to the mall. I don't care where we go, but I just want out of the house," Brian said.
"Bri, it's only been ONE DAY! If you go stir crazy this easily, how are you going to be in a week or two?" Mike asked.
"Do you think it can be that long?" Brian asked.
"There's really no telling. You heard Detective Jones. They don't have much to go on right now," Mike answered. "They need proof before they can arrest him."
Yeah, and there isn't any proof,' Bill thought, as he sat behind the house listening. I was way too careful. Wow, this listening device cost lots of money but it was worth it. It's like I was sitting next to Brian night now.'
"Well, I've seen all our movies and what's on TV right now sucks. I'm going to bed," Brian said.
"It's only nine o'clock. You haven't been to bed this early since you were eight," Mike answered.
"I don't care. I'm bored out of my mind. Coming?" he asked Rob, with a small smile.
Rob at first just stared at him but what he meant quickly dawned on him. "Oh yeah. Come to think of it, I think I'm tired too."
Mike just rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, I'll bet you're both tired. Just remember what I told you."
"MIKE!" Brian yelled, as he got embarrassed. Both boys virtually sprinted up the steps.
When they both got into Brian's room, Brian shut the door and locked it. He slowly turned around to face Rob with a smirk on his face.
"What?" Rob asked.
"I want to make love to you, silly," Brian answered softly.
"That's what I thought you meant when you said you wanted to go to bed this early. I really enjoyed it last night but for some reason now, I'm nervous all of a sudden," Rob said.
"Oh, you're nervous, are you?" Brian answered, as he gently pushed Rob down on his back on the bed. "Just pretend this is your first time instead of last night."
Bill overheard and knew that Brian had been the instigator, not Rob. Or at least he thought he knew. This made him even more furious. He almost threw down his headphones and broke the listening device in a fit of rage but just gritted his teeth as he planned exactly how Brian was going to die.
Brian had straddled Rob as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, kissing him the whole time. He broke the kiss long enough to ask huskily "Are you still nervous?" as he unbuckled Rob's belt.
"A little bit. But not as much as before," Rob giggled.
Brian continued to undress him as Rob started to moan softly. Soon, Bri had him completely undressed and had his hard penis in his mouth. As Rob's moans got louder, Bill's anger increased until he couldn't stand it any more. He had to get out of there.
Bill packed up his equipment and headed for his car. He wouldn't forget this. Brian was going to pay!!!
"Police Department."
"Hello, this is Detective Justyn Jones of the Atlanta Police Department. I'm investigating a stalker here that may be related to a crime in your jurisdiction. Could I speak to a detective please?"
"Let me see who's available. I'll put you on hold." Justyn waited as patiently as he could but inside, his heart was racing. He had finally got some evidence in his case and couldn't wait until he caught the bastard.
"Detective Martin."
"Detective, this is Detective Jones from the Atlanta Police Department. I have a case here that I think ties to a murder in Charlotte. I have a suspect's name and address in Charlotte but I believe he has recently moved to Atlanta. Could you send a car over to his old apartment complex and find out if he left a forwarding address?" Justyn asked.
"Any apartment complex here is closed for the night, Detective. Is this an emergency?" he asked.
"It could be. I have a very unstable suspect harassing a sixteen year old boy here that he met over the internet. I believe it ties to the murder of Billy Andrews there in Charlotte," Justyn answered.
"Detective, I investigated the Billy Andrews case here myself. I remember it vividly because of all the shit Paul Andrews put me through. That was an accident, pure and simple," Detective Martin said.
"Mr. Andrews showed me a brake hydraulic cable that was cut through so cleanly it had to have been with a knife," Justyn answered.
"Look Detective, I went to high school with Paul Andrews. We played on the football team together. We were really close," Detective Martin answered. "But he got really fucked up over in `Nam. He was in Special Forces. There are stories that he killed over a hundred men over there. When he came back, he was never the same. And when his son died, that pushed him right back over the edge. I hate to say it, but if anybody cut that cable, it was probably Paul himself."
"Why do you say that?" Justyn asked.
"He had just seen so much dying over there, he couldn't stand to see his son die a bloody death on his own property. He had to have someone to blame. He's the one who heard the wreck and found his son's body. I really thought he was going to have to institutionalized himself. I thought he was going to hit me at one point, and I considered him my best friend my senior year of high school. Look, I really don't think this is going to link your case to Billy in any way, but I would have done anything for Paul back then and I guess I still will. I'll drive over there myself and see if the manager of the apartments is home, OK? It's not far from here. Can you give me a phone number to call you back?"
"Thanks, Detective. You've been a great help. If you ever need anything in Atlanta, let me know OK?" Justyn answered, as he gave him his office number as well as his cell phone number, then hung up.
Justyn immediately called the Detroit Police Department.
"Police Department."
"Hello, this is Detective Justyn Jones of the Atlanta Police Department. I'm investigating a stalker here that may be related to a crime in your jurisdiction. Could I speak to a detective please?"
"Sure, hold on."
"Detective Elliott."
"Detective Elliott, this is Detective Justyn Jones of the Atlanta Police Department. I have a case here that I think ties to a murder in Detroit that was ruled a traffic accident. I need some help locating a victim's address and phone number. I have a date of death and name. Can you help me?" Justyn asked.
"Sure, Detective. Let me transfer you."
"Records."
"Hello, this is Detective Justyn Jones of the Atlanta Police Department. I'm investigating a stalker here that may be related to a crime in your jurisdiction. I have a person's name and date of death. I need an address and phone number please." Justyn gave the appropriate details and waited while the clerk looked up the information.
"The deceased address is 2501 Willow Creek Road, Detroit, Michigan, 68975. Telephone number 248-136-4854."
"Thank you sir. I appreciate the help," Justyn said, hanging up.
"Hello?"
"Mr. English?" Justyn asked.
"Yes."
"This is Detective Justyn Jones of the Atlanta Police Department. I have a case in Atlanta that I think involves your son," Justyn said.
There was no response so a second. "Michael?"
"No sir. Matt," Justyn responded.
"But Matt is dead."
"Yes sir, but I have information that may prove that Matt didn't die in a gang related killing or an accident. I'm almost certain that he was murdered. Do you still have his computer?" Justyn asked.
"Yes, we gave it to Michael after Matt died. What do you want from me, Detective?"
"I don't want to bring up any bad memories, but I do think you would want justice for your son if he was murdered, right, Mr. English?" Justyn asked.
Silence for several seconds.
"You're right, Detective. But my wife and younger son have suffered enough. Tell me what you want to do."
"All I want is a few minutes with Matt's computer. I won't cause you any more problems than I have to. I'll pay for your wife and son to go to a movie," Justyn answered.
"Make it three movie tickets and you have yourself a deal," Mr. English said. "I don't want to have to be here either. All of us have suffered enough. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir. Completely. Is it all right if I call you later and set up a time when I can come to your house?" Justyn asked.
Silence. "I guess so. How sure are you that Matt was murdered?" Mr. English asked.
"I'm almost positive," Justyn answered.
"Ok. Then I'll let you search his computer. Just make sure and give me plenty of advanced notice. Here is my cell phone number," Mr. English said, as he read his cell phone number to Justyn.
"That you sir. I'll be in touch shortly. Goodbye," Justyn said, as he hung up the phone.
Justyn was walking out his door to see if Luke was still there when his phone rang again.
"Detective Jones."
"This is Detective Martin in Charlotte. The apartment manager was still up watching TV. He gave me the address. Here it is."
Detective Martin read off the address and Justyn's heart started pounding even harder. It was only about a five minute drive from the police station.
"Detective Martin, I really appreciate this. If you ever need any information in Atlanta, make sure and call me," Justyn answered.
"I'll do that. You owe me one now. Let me know what you find out," Detective Martin said.
"Will do. And thanks again," Justyn said, as he hung up the phone, got his jacket, and ran out of his office.
Bill hadn't eaten dinner and even though his temper was almost out of control, drove through the take out line at McDonalds and got something to eat. He wasn't in the mood to eat inside but he was hungry, so he pulled into a parking place and ate his meal.
He was in a little bit better mood when he finished, but not much. What he really wanted to do was break into Brian's house and kill everyone inside, but he knew that was way too risky. He would just have to wait until he could get Brian someplace alone. He could wait as long as it took.
Bill finally pulled out of the McDonalds and headed for his new apartment. He wasn't looking forward to it but he might as well spend some time unpacking the rest of his things, especially his clothes. He really had no idea how long he would be living there. After he took care of Brian, he would have to move to another location.
Maybe he should start looking for a new boyfriend. Yeah, that would be a good idea. It would take his mind off Brian if he hung out in a couple of gay chat rooms and tried to get another boy interested in him. Then, at least he would have an idea of where he wanted to move to next.
Bill wasn't a slow driver and was going over the speed limit driving home, but he did notice a car gaining on him as he neared his apartment entrance. He pulled in and parked in front of his apartment door, which was on the first floor. As he got out, he saw the car pull in and park nearby. A young man got out and hurried over to where he was standing.
"Are you Bill Adams?" Justyn asked.
"What's it to you?" Bill asked.
"I'm Detective Jones," Justyn answered, pulling out his badge and showing it to Bill. "I'd like to ask you a few questions."
"You mind telling me what this is all about?" Bill asked.
"Do you know Brian Brown?" Justyn asked.
"Brian Brown? No, I don't think I've ever heard that name before. I'm new in town. I've just moved here," Bill answered.
"You mind if I come in?" Justyn asked.
"Actually Detective, I do mind. I'm kind of tired right now and my apartment is a mess. I haven't had time to unpack everything yet," Bill said with a smile on his face.
Justyn walked around the new Trans Am. "Nice car. It looks brand new."
"It is. I decided to splurge," Bill answered.
"What kind of car did you have before this?" Justyn asked.
"Look Detective, what's this about anyway? You didn't drive all the way over here to admire my car," Bill said, starting to get angry.
"Volunteer Pontiac, huh? In Chattanooga? That's a long way for someone from North Carolina to drive to trade cars, isn't it?" Justyn asked after he looked at the paper dealer tag on the back.
Bill's smile disappeared. "I see you've been busy, Detective. You've wasted enough of my time. If you want to talk to me again, make sure you bring a search warrant." Bill started to walk away, but he turned and stared at Justyn's Mustang GT. "You must love that car. It looks pretty new itself. It would be a shame if something happened to it," he said, as he turned and walked towards his door.
"You mean like what happened to Rob's '65 Mustang?" Justyn asked.
To Be Continued
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