Chapter 3

Micah never invited guys to his house. He always went to theirs. Or, on some occasions, did it in the parking lot of the club or at a pay by the hour motel. His parents were convinced he would be murdered someday because of his dangerous life, but really Micah didn’t do those sorts of things thatoften. Still maybe he was what a cop would refer to as a high-risk victim. He’d seen all the crime shows. In fact, he was pretty addicted to Forensic Files.

He flicked on the kitchen light as soon as he stepped into the house and was immediately greeted by his black and white cat, Sylvester. Not exactly original, Micah supposed, but Sylvester liked his name and so it would remain.

Micah reached down to pet the furball as he rubbed along Micah’s legs. “I bet you want to eat, huh? Sorry it took Daddy so long to get home.”

After feeding the cat, Micah took his shower and then went to bed. By that time, Sylvester had joined him and curled up next to him. He purred Micah to sleep.

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