Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2003 08:45:31 -0500
From: Stan Unknown <stan992001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 8 of Obsession

"Hello?"

"Mr. Anderson?" Justyn asked.

"Yes?"

"This is Detective Jones of the Atlanta Police Department,"
Justyn answered.

"Ok. What can I do for you, Detective?"

"This may sound really strange, but a package containing car
tags from a 1969 Camaro registered in your name was thrown
through a window of a house here in Atlanta. I was wondering
if you had any idea how that could have happened," Justyn
answered.

"Sure I do. The mother fucker that murdered my son stole
them off my boy Billy's car right before he killed him. Our
idiot police know all about that. Why don't you contact
them?"

"I'm sorry. What did you say?" Justyn asked.

"I've been over and over this with our police. No one
believes me. Why should you be any different?"

"Try me, Mr. Anderson," Justyn answered.

"Someone snuck up here in the middle of the night and cut a
brake fluid cable on my boy's car. We live at the top of a
mountain. Whoever did it knew that Billy would be driving
hard down the mountain to school. He always did. He got that
from me. Yes sir, he was murdered. There ain't no way in
Hell that he ran off that road that he had been driving
since he was 13 at the speed they said he was going. He
never would have done that."

"I'm sorry, sir. When did your son die?" Justyn asked.

"He was murdered about two months ago. I knew you would be
like everyone else. Goodbye."

"Mr. Anderson, please give me a chance. I believe you. I
think we have a really sick man out here that I'm hunting,"
Justyn pleaded.

Justyn didn't hear a dial tone, so he knew Mr. Anderson was
still on the line.

"What's this about, anyway?"

"I have a potential stalker after a sixteen year old boy
here," Justyn answered.

"Same age as my Billy. Go on."

"He threw a threatening letter wrapped around a brick
through his brother's window last night. It had your son's
car tags in it. He had been spotted driving with the same
tags on his car," Justyn answered.

"Is he after that other boy? Sexually, I mean?"

"This is classified, Mr. Anderson, but I think so," Justyn
admitted. He didn't want to give out any details of his
case, but sometimes you had to trade information to get
information.

"God! I was afraid of that. FUCK ME!!!! Billy, what had you
gotten yourself into?" Mr. Anderson cried. He didn't get off
the phone, but Justyn could clearly hear him sobbing.

"Mr. Anderson? Look, I'm sorry if I upset you," Justyn said.

"Just give me a minute, will you? God Damn pushy cops," Mr.
Anderson exclaimed. He was silent for a little bit, but
finally said, "So, what do you want from me?"

"Can I be honest with you, Mr. Anderson?" Justyn asked.

"A cop be honest with me? That'd be a switch. Sure, go
ahead."

"The package was thrown through the window I told you about
around 3:45 this morning. A friend's car was also trashed
that same night at a movie theater. It was disabled on
purpose, I think. That's all I have to go on, other than
your son's car tags. I need your help," Justyn answered.

"Isn't that special? After all I did to try and convince our
police that my son was murdered, I have an out of state cop
calling, begging for my help. Why should I help you,
Detective?"

"Because if you help me, you might help bring your son's
murderer to justice," Justyn answered.

There was silence on the line for a long time. "If I help
you and you catch him, can I be at the trial?"

"Yes sir. I can promise you that," Justyn answered.

Another long silence. "If he is ever convicted and sentenced
to die, will you promise me that I can be there?"

"Yes sir, I'm sure that can be arranged," Justyn said.

Silence. "You have a deal, Detective, and I never go back on
my word. But if you want me to help you, you come to me.
I've been laughed at for the last time by our police force
here. If you know my phone number, you also know where I
live. Call before you try to find me and I can give you
directions," Mr. Anderson said, then hung up.

Justyn stood, listening to the dial tone on the receiver. He
had to convince his boss to let him go to Charlotte, even if
he had to drive there to do it.


                      *****************

Mike finally woke up the next day. It was lots later than he
had anticipated. He had no idea when Detective Jones would
be over, but it was 11 o'clock already.

He decided to go and wake the boys and then take a shower.
It was too late for breakfast, so they would just have to
eat a big lunch. They could get take out somewhere and make
sure someone was home in case Detective Jones came over.

Mike didn't think about knocking. He knew the boys would be
asleep. He opened the door, but wasn't expecting what he
saw.

The boys didn't have any cover over them at all. Their naked
bodies were wrapped tightly around each other. Mike didn't
have to be bi to know what had happened. But his eyes got
wide in surprise.

He backed up, closing the door. Then he knocked heavily on
it. "Guys, time to get up. We have to be ready when
Detective Jones gets here."

Both boys shot up in the bed in surprise. They each gasped
as they lost a little body hair that had stuck together.
They were both terrified that Mike had seen them together.
Rob even reached down and pulled the sheet up, covering them
both.

"He didn't come in," Brian said.

"God, I hope not," Rob replied.

"Are you sorry we did it?" Brian asked.

Rob looked at Brian and then smiled. "I don't think so. Are
you?"

Brian grinned back. "I've been dreaming about that for a
long time. You know the commercial about the boy looking in
the toy store window, looking at a shiny new bike that he
knows he can never have?"

"Yeah," Rob answered.

"Well, you were like that bike to me. I knew you were
straight, and I could never have you. Well, this morning was
like Christmas to me when I was a little kid. If you don't
ever want to do anything like that again, I'll still
remember this morning for the rest of my life," Brian said
seriously.

Rob stared at Brian, seeing him like it was for the first
time. A tear actually came down his cheek. "That's the
nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"I love you, Rob. I always have," Brian said, as he leaned
over and kissed Rob lightly on the lips.

"You know something? I've always loved you too. I just never
knew how to express it. Now I do," Rob answered, as he
attacked Brian once more.


                    ******************

"Chief, I really need to go," Justyn said.

"Ok. Slow down. Explain to me why you think you may have a
serial killer on your hands when all you have is a brick
thrown through a window and a trashed old car?" Chief
Williams asked.

"It fits. I believe Mr. Anderson. All I want to do is go
there and talk to him," Justyn answered.

"You know what they've done to my budget. I don't have money
to spend on hunches," the Chief answered.

"I'll drive up in my own car. Mr. Anderson is willing to
talk to me. I really feel strongly about this, Chief,"
Justyn said.

Justyn didn't hear anything for a few moments. "Ok. I want
to see all of your expense receipts before you turn them in.
You'd better be right, Justyn."

"Thank you sir. I hope I'm right, too," he said, as he hung
up the phone. He didn't waste any time. He could be in
Charlotte before dark, if he hurried.


                       *****************

Mike had given up on the boys coming down after he called
them. There was no way they would be down so he could go out
to a drive through place and get lunch. He knew what he had
seen and didn't want to interrupt anything that might be
taking place. So he had brewed a pot of coffee for himself,
got out eggs, bacon, mushrooms, bell peppers, and onions and
had started omelets. Mike was a good cook and enjoyed what
he prepared for Brian. He guessed that he had two to prepare
from now on, rather than one.

The boys finally had gotten up and taken a shower together.
They had enjoyed each other one more time there.  Soap is a
wonderful thing. They each were looking kind of sheepish as
they finally walked down the stairs.

"Morning, guys. Sleep well? Mike asked.

Neither said anything. They both just nodded their heads.

"Either of you want coffee?" Mike asked.

They both shook their heads no.

"Either of you want to explain what I saw when I walked into
Brian's room this morning?" Mike asked bluntly. Both boys
blushed terribly.

"Look, you know I don't care. If anything, I'm really glad
you found each other. That's what happened, right? You're
boyfriends now?" Mike asked.

Brian and Rob hadn't talked about being boyfriends yet.
There hadn't been time. They stared at each other for a
moment, and then Rob answered, "I want to be."

Brian's eyes got really big and he said, "I do too. More
than anything." They reached over and quickly kissed in
front of Mike.

"Excuse me? Rabbit boys? We have kind of a problem here. Can
you control your hormones for a few minutes?" Mike asked
with a smile on his face.

"Sorry," Brian said, as he blushed. Rob did the same.

Mike just smiled at them. "I've thought this through before
you both came down. After Bill did what he did to Rob's car,
I think it would be better if we all stick together until
Bill is caught. That means you will be roommates until then.
Is that all right with both of you?" Mike asked with a
straight face.

Both boys looked quickly at each other and then quickly
nodded their heads yes. Both had big grins on their faces.

"I'm not finished. Wipe those shit eating grins off your
faces. I know what you've done, or close enough. But if I do
this, you have to promise me you won't make anal love until
all of this is over. You can do anything you want, but
that's off limits. Is that a deal?" Mike asked.

Both boys went as crimson as they could get. They couldn't
have blushed any more than they were right now.

"We ...... we weren't going to do anything like that," Brian
sputtered.

"Geez, Mike. We never even thought about anything like
that," Rob answered.

"Fine. But that's part of the deal. We're going to have to
go over and talk to your parents, Rob. We have to explain
what's going on and you have to decide to tell them about
you and Brian. I'm not going to tell them. That's your
decision. But I would rather you told them yourselves," Mike
said.

Both boys looked at each other, then looked back at Mike.
They nodded in agreement.


                       *****************

The music was blaring in the Jeep as it drove up I-75. An
old Steppenwolf song was playing and Bill had it cranked all
the way up. The name of the song was "Born To Be Wild".

'Very appropriate', Bill thought, as he headed north. He was
less than an hour away from Chattanooga, Tennessee, which
was right over the Georgia border. His Jeep had served its
purpose. It was time to trade it in for a new car.

Bill sang along to the old song as he thought about where he
could get Brian and his new boyfriend alone. He felt along
the side of his leg and got his knife out. This had to go into the bag
he had beside him before he drove into the used car lot. He
couldn't raise any unnecessary suspicions until he
accomplished his mission. Bill almost felt like a Ranger
again.

And like a good soldier, he always completed his mission as
planned.

                         To Be Continued

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