Single. Gay sex Foster homes blurred into one another: cramped duplexes, cluttered kitchens, rotating parents with impatient eyes. Speech. Seamlessly.He just had to find the right candidate.Someone who was tired. Just enough.The blue lights flared behind him at 8:12 a.m.Jake stepped out of his cruiser, adjusting his dark green campaign hat with gloved fingers. The locker room.It was in the second department that the temptation first overwhelmed him.It was late one evening. Drifting.Someone who needed.Someone like Jake.But Jake Bennett hadn’t come into the picture yet.Not directly.But each time he looked in the mirror, dressed in full uniform, hat perfectly set, he knew one thing for certain:Matt Collins was fading.And someone else was taking his place.Someone better.Someone real.Chapter Five: The ObsessionJake Bennett’s face haunted Matt Collins.It wasn’t just the photo, though that image was perfect. His boots were lined under the bed. He remembered one officer in a pressed dark navy patrol uniform who’d come to a school assembly when he was thirteen. The Glock 45 rode on the hip as a lethal threat.Georgia State Patrol didn’t dress like they were prepared for war.They dressed like they were the law.
