Chapter 7

MJ shook his head. “Don’t know him. Just as I said.”

“You pick up hitchhikers?” Ridge asked, standing astute and powerful looking beside Damian, upholding his position as an FBI agent, and a sexy lover to Damian.

“Sometimes.”

“Recently?” Ridge asked.

The kid shrugged. “I can’t remember. Maybe.”

"Did you pick up this guy?" Damian asked, pointing to his sketch.

MJ shrugged and shook his head. He didn't want to give the hitchhiker any problems, because MJ wasn't like that, and never would be.

Damian reached inside one of his pockets and pulled out a generic business card with his name and phone numbers listed. He passed the card to MJ and said, “Use this if you need to. Help us out if you can. We need all the details we can get on this guy.”

The kid played with the card, looking at both sides. “Is he dangerous? Do I have something to worry about?”