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Then there’s the small, torn piece of fabric found on the pulpit’s floor, it was denim with a small red flower on it. Hunter was wearing his police uniform that evening. But it could be unrelated to Cal’s death. The cleaning lady worked at the church twice a week, perhaps it was hers?

Also, Hunter never disclosed how he found out about the priest’s sins. But the detective who investigated the case speculated that Hunter simply wanted to protect his informant. A parent? Or a kid’s friend?

Ugh! All suppositions. Let’s see the facts.

Father Cal was quite loved by his church congregation, who were shocked by the whole situation. But with a little digging, the police found out that the accusations were true. He abused twenty kids that we know of.

The murder was a nightmare for the mayor and his impending re-election, the Church which didn’t want to deal with another scandal, and the police force who had one of their own under attack. The case was closed quickly, and the trial ended even faster since Hunter pled guilty.

My eyes fall on a picture of Hunter at his police graduation two years before the murder. He looks young, proud, and filled with righteousness. He’s smiling at his cousins, Opal Denver and Jasper Penn—Cal’s siblings—with so much happiness.

What really happened that evening? I have a gut feeling that there’s more than what he confessed.

I saw the way his whole body tensed when I found the cross in his dresser. I didn’t want to pry and upset him even more so I just kept my mouth shut. But I want to know so fucking much. I want to know why was Hunter at a Catholic cemetery when he was shot at. And if the two mercenaries are related to the murder of his cousin.

The Vulture needs to contact me ASAP.

“Incoming text from Hunter Bear,” Serena lets me know. “Do you want me to read it?”

“No, thanks.” I tell her as I grab my phone.

Hunter Bear: Where are you, Red?

Me: Missed me?

Hunter Bear: Where?

Me: U sound like a jealous BF…and the B is for Bear

Hunter Bear: Okay

Okay? Did he just agree to be my boy…bear-friend?

Me: I’m home

Me: U didn’t fuck me hard enough. I can still walk

Hunter Bear: Tonight

Me: Whatever u’re planning, make sure u ruin me properly this time. I’m starting to think u’re all talk

Hunter Bear: I’ll talk, and you’ll scream around my cock. You know you will

My dick twitches and starts plumping.

Me: I just need a hard reminder. I’ll see u later

Hunter Bear: Always give it to you hard and rough

I’mhardnow! Can hammer a damn nail with my cock. What can help me deflate it? Ah! I open the Foster And Not Bros chat, which I renamed Bros & Spouses.

Me: I found the perfect playdate for Rague. They can communicate in grunts and do all the things grumpy fuckers do, like glower at sunny days and flip off people who flirt with them.

Ollie: Hey! Only I can call my husband grumpy

Uri: We called dibs long before you came along

Lori: Are you talking aboutMagnum P.I.?