GAY MYSTERY: Deep Investigation: Crime and Passion - Gay Men Romance (Gay Romance)
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Download for FREE with Kindle Unlimited This is a 20,000 words CLEAN stand-alone story with an HEA, so no cliff-hangers! When Jermaine is woken up in the middle of the night, he knows that there is a deady body. As a state CID officer, it’:s in the job description. What he does not expect, is that the dead body will belong to a former lover of his, from three years before. The dead man is Marcus Quincy Davis, a gay man in rural West Virginia, who lived a difficult life from beginning to end. With his partner, Marcia, Jermaine feels a personal obligation to find his killer, and along the way, find out some unsettling truths about the world, but more importantly...about himself. ---------------------------------------------------------- EXCERPT FROM BOOK Once they were in the police cruiser, factory buildings zipping by in the rearview, Officer Jones peeked back at his passenger. “:You know, you ought to be more discreet. You got a home you can read magazines in don’:t ya?”: “:I told you. He was lying. There was no magazine. He’:s just a drunk asshole.”: “:Didn’:t look too drunk to me,”: Jermaine commented. “:Greasy maybe, but not drunk.”: “:Fine then, just an asshole. Fact remains.”: “:Whatever you say Mr. Marcus Quincy Davis, but if you’:re looking for advice: move. People like George Irving ain’:t never gonna change, not in our life times at least.”: Officer Jones looked at his passenger in the rearview as he spoke, making eye contact. There was something in the way that the officer said our life times at least that stuck with Marcus. Had that been a shout to him, a nod to say that it was aokay to be honest? Still, Marcus was hesitant, as he had heard of cops playing the fairy in order to lure people like him from the shadows, only to book them on some trumped-up charge. Marcus Quincy Davis did not know Jermaine Jones. Jermaine was not trying to out Marcus. Jermaine knew Marcus’: struggle. He was from Otun, Pennsylvania originally, a town not so different from Barrett, West Virginia in its cultural makeup. He had been forced to make a decision, just as Marcus had, but Jermaine came up with a different solution. He became an authority figure. Jermaine did not use his position as any kind of bully pulpit to set right people like George Irving, but rather wore the badge on his chest as a sort of protective armor, keeping the world’:s snarky comments at bay, because he was an important man. He was an officer of the law, and if they wanted to try and mess with him, they could go right ahead and try. This is not to say that Officer Jones was flamboyant or even open in his sexuality, far from it at this time, but he allowed himself to be protected by the career path he had chosen. But Marcus Quincy Davis did not know any of this. He was scared and tired and on edge in the back seat of that cop car. “:There’:s no need for you to feel bad for me,”: Marcus said. “:Because like I said. I ain’:t done nothing wrong.”: AUTHOR’:S NOTE: This is a stand-alone story with an HEA, so no cliff-hangers! Story contains mature themes and language, and is intended for 18+ readers only.