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great gay porn films from the UK . He’s showing them on the big screen . How’s that for economic stimuli?”
    Jack tried to smile. “Sounds great.”
    Ewan held up the DVD. “Oy, cocks nearly as big as your mate’s. Takes three blokes to take ‘im on in a blowjob .”
    Jack assumed Ewan was referring to Mark, since Mark did a naked spread in a UK gay magazine ages ago. Ewan’s accent was so thick, Jack was struggling to understand him.
    Jack said nothing, but nodded.
    The room filled, the new reclining seats admired and when the guys figured out they vibrated the off color jokes began to fly.
    Jack got a wink from Blake, a crazed smile from Josh and , of course, his three men were missing.
    As he left the room, Tanner asked, “Are you coming back?”
    “Sure.” Jack wasn’t.
    Keith and Carl stopped Jack as he left. “Mark’s not doing well this weekend , is he?”
    “He’ll be fine.” Jack didn’t think what went on between Mark and Randy was anyone’s business, and he left the rest to assume it had to do with the house and Mark’s memories of his father.
    But in all honesty? Milt and Leslie Richfield had vanished from this home. Nothing was left of them. Nothing.
    ~
    Billy checked the time. He walked through the police precinct looking for Mickey and Jeff. Then he realized the moment he spotted a roll call session letting out, that they had gone off shift.
    As he walk ed through the halls, the officers saluted him, which was unnecessary but understood.
    Billy twisted the gold band around his finger anxiously, knowing he had stacks of paperwork to go through. And in that stack was a transfer. Jeff Chandler was going to be moved from West Bureau, West LA, to … Central. One signature and Jeff was gone. Billy was even tempted to move Jeff to a totally different shift, but then he and Mickey would never see each other.
    He got the voicemail message from Mark warning him not to separate the two men. Was he going to allow Mark Richfield , s poiled fucking brat model, pampered by three cocks , to pressure him to not do the right thing?
    He checked the locker room but Jeff and Mickey had left.
    Billy headed to the commander’s locker room and changed into a pair of sweat pants and tank top.
    He hung up his uniform and gun belt, and then headed to the division’s gym. After giving his shredded knuckles a look, Billy began punching and kicking the weight bag, taking out his pent up anger and sexual frustration on it and himself.
    A few officers came and went, none doing a damn thing, as if Billy was going ballistic and should be left alone. And they were right.

Chapter 4
    Jeff sat in the passenger’s side of Mickey’s pickup truck as they drov e home. They had an arrangement. W hen Jeff drove on duty, Mickey drove them to and from work, and vice versa. They alternated.
    Since Mickey and he had married, they lived together in Jeff’s townhouse in Anaheim. Mickey’s sister Aura lived in an apartment in Cerritos. They occasionally stopped by for Mickey’s mail, since he was still using her home as his address.
    Jeff looked at his hands. They were so used to hiding the fact that they had gotten married, they never wore their wedding rings. At the moment, he couldn’t recall where his was.
    It didn’t matter. When he did wear it, it drove him crazy since he wasn ’ t used to it. And he didn’t need a piece of gold jewelry or a piece of paper to tell him or the world, he and Mickey were together … ‘til death.
    Mickey appeared preoccupied. They both were. Being a cop was bad enough. But being a gay cop?
    Were they out? No.
    If Billy split them up? Yes! That would be it for them.
    Try getting back up from the rank and file after you’re out ted .
    Basically, if Billy split them up, it would be a death sentence.
    Jeff reached for Mickey. The shooting at the bank? That was close enough. He didn’t want to see his lover in the ER with a bullet wound, ever again.
    “Babe?”
    “Huh?” Mickey lowered the