Page 14 of Tone Deaf

“It’s late and you can stop this at any time, Callum,” Dante advises in a whisper. Then they turn to Tobias for confirmation.

Tobias nods. “Dante’s right. It’s late, so please keep it brief. And understand this, detectives, when Mr. Fitz says stop, it means stop.”

Longe looks pointedly at Tobias before focusing his attention on me. “Mr. Fitz, can you tell us what happened earlier today? Can you break it down for us from the time you landed in Colorado?” he asks with a note of authority.

I tell them everything that happened since I arrived at Denver International Airport. All of it uneventful. “I was about to make myself a late lunch, when someone knocked on the door. I opened it and that was when I was attacked. I didn’t see the guy’s face. And yes, it was a man. I heard his voice.”

“Are you sure you didn’t see his face—anything—even something small might help,” Longe says as he taps things out on his phone.

“No. I don’t remember much. The bastard might be about six feet but he was wearing a hoodie and had his back to the door when I opened it. For a split second, when he turned around, I saw he had brown hair—I think… that’s all I got. But I have video surveillance on the house. The cameras must have recorded who was at my door,” I insist, but both detectives frown.

“Whoever attacked you got to your surveillance room and destroyed all the equipment. Even your storage stacks. They were so damaged our tech guy couldn’t retrieve any evidence from them,” Faller explains.

“Are you sure?” Tobias asks as he straightens to his full height and eyes the detective. “We have people who are good at that.”

“Levi,” Dante says with a nod.

“I’m sure you do, but it’s confirmed by our team,” Faller says before turning his attention to me. “Do you have enemies, Mr. Fitz?” he asks me, his voice gentle. He must be the good cop in this duo.

“No—not really.”

“What do you mean not really?” Longe jumps in.

“I mean I don’t hang with anyone other than my friends in the band and the security team.” Geez, now I sound like a big loser.

“Is that it?” Dante asks, their tone suggesting the interrogation is done.

“One final question,” Faller says. “Your security guard, Dom, told my partner that your attacker said something to you. What was it?”

I swallow hard, thinking back…Did that prick say anything to me?“Wait… Yes. He told me something about Brian.” I grip the sheet, trying to recall the words. No one utters a word while I search from my memory. Finally, it comes to me. “He said… to tell Brian to stay out of his business orI’mgoing to die thenext time.” I look at Tobias as my stomach twists. “Yes, that’s it. That’s what he said.”

Longe and Faller glance at each other, then Longe nods. “Brian Fitz is already on our radar,” he harumphs. “Mr. Fitz, are you sure that there’s no past lover—a woman you could have pissed off, who would come after you?”

“Well, if you’re aiming for that, then you’re going in the wrong direction. I’m gay,” I say flatly.

Now that I think about it, this is the first time I have openly expressed my sexuality to anyone outside my friends and security—I’m mean, it really isn’t a big thing. So it can’t be that I like men.

There hasn’t been any opportunity or reason to, except when I came out to my mother, who was happy for me. But my father… When Brian overheard my confession, it hadn’t boded well. Thankfully, his opinion didn’t matter then… Or now.

“Then no male ex-lovers?” Longe asks like he has chalk dust in his mouth.

Since my best friends are gay… Okay, I’m not so sure about Bobby. “Nobody comes to mind.”

“Good to know,” Faller says smoothly, and there’s a hint of smile across his handsome face.

I have to admit that Detective Faller is exactly my type. He’s tall, has a level of charm I’m suddenly seeing, and there’s a twinkle in his light blue eyes that’s aimed at me… My breath hitches and warmth seeps into my blood.

Then I realize that the desire in his eyes doesn’t make me nearly as hot as when Dom and Pen look at me with the same intensity Faller’s conveying. Their smolder makes my blood hum, my dick rock hard and my balls ache to be touched.

Tobias clears his throat. He narrows his eyes on Faller. “Are we done here?” His words are sharp and his tone is a demand.

Faller’s back snaps straight and he quickly fixes his black tie. “No stalker?”

“No, that would be Danny,” I respond immediately, then glance at Tobias, who’s smirking.

“No family members—aside from your father, that you suspect?” Longe throws in.

“No. That would be Connor,” I reply, cracking a small smile.