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against his body and kissed him. When he finally let him go he said, “Stay safe and do exactly what they tell you to do. Do you understand me?”
    Jamie laughed and said, “Yes, but don’t even try to be this bossy in bed because I will knock your sorry ass out.” With a smile on his face, Chris squeezed his ass and swatted it.
    “Just stay safe Jamie.” Chris stepped back and said, “Keep him safe boys.”
    The bodyguard merely nodded his head and Gerry said, “Nothing is going to happen to him here with us around.”
    Chris walked out the door and shut it behind him. Jamie opened the door, stuck his head out and said, “You stay safe too jackass. Make sure you come home to me.”
    Chris smiled over his shoulder and said, “I will bring myself back to you every day, no matter where you are.” He climbed into his Jeep and drove off.
    Jamie closed the door and said, “Okay, let’s get some food and start talking.”
    The bodyguard pulled out his phone and dialed someone. Minutes later his phone rang again and he answered it. He turned around and said, “Officer Sanchez said she can bring pizza or burgers, which do you guys want?”
    Both Jamie and Gerry said, “Burgers,” at the same time. They gave him instructions on food then sat down waiting for the food to arrive.
    Gerry turned to Jamie and said, “Okay, explain.”
    So Jamie got comfortable and started talking.

REVELATIONS
    Chris walked into the interrogation room and looked across at Tyson Haskell where he sat handcuffed to the table, a paramedic checking a bullet wound in his shoulder. Until Chris was a hundred percent sure of the safety of Jamie, this man was not leaving his station house. Marge Turner was still out there somewhere which meant that Jamie and his mother were still not safe. Chris was weary and had barely had any sleep over the last couple of weeks. Christmas was drawing closer and he had plans, but they could not be fulfilled until Marge was dead or behind bars.
    “Tyson, I am Sheriff Anderson. I hear you already gave a full confession to my Deputies, but what I want to know is why you have been doing all of this. All of the men you have attacked and marked over the years. You do know this is your third and final felony strike right? This is it for you, you are never leaving prison again. And I will do everything in my power to make sure your mother never gets out of prison either; that is if we catch her alive.” Tyson tried to lunge when Chris said that but the paramedic bashed him on his wounded shoulder causing him to bellow in pain.
    Chris resumed speaking, “Now. I want to know where your mother is and I want to know why you have been doing all of this.”
    Tyson stared at Chris with murder in his eyes before he finally said, “I want to talk to my sister.”
    Chris grinned despite himself and opened the folder he was carrying in his hands. He pulled a picture out and placed it face up in front of Tyson and said, “She tried to shoot her way out; it didn’t end so well for her. Just like it almost didn’t work out for you either. The same thing may also happen to your mother, unless you are willing to cooperate with us.”
    Tyson stared down at the picture as a tear slowly made its way down his cheek and splashed across the picture of his sister’s dead body in the morgue. Tyson looked up and said, “I know I am sick. My mom told me when I was a kid that liking men made me diseased. She told me there was a way to cure it. I had to force myself on rich gay men and hurt them, mark them, then she would step in later and gain their confidences and then she would drain their money because they didn’t deserve it like we did.”
    Chris was disgusted, but not shocked. People like Tyson usually had someone at their center controlling their lives and a lot of times they ended up monstrous. “What about your sister?” asked Chris. “She isn’t gay, so why did your mother involve her? Or was is just some form of control she