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Right. Because Boxner had been one of the first to figure out that Jason was gay. In fact, he’d probably realized the truth before Jason had. Definitely a late bloomer, Jason.
“I gotta confess,” Jason said mildly, “you remember a lot more about me than I do about you.”
Even in the blue-tinged light, he could see Boxner changed color. Score. But it wasn’t true. Jason had had a crush on Boxner for several years. Talk about misguided affections. That was adolescence for you. Boxner had had a thing for Honey and Honey had a thing for Jason and Jason had a thing for Boxner.
Anyway.
Ancient history.
Boxner ordered a beer from Candy. He greeted some of the other patrons at the bar and drank his beer.
Jason could feel they weren’t done though, and sure enough, after a few minutes, Boxner turned back to him.
“I didn’t realize the FBI allowed gays in.”
One thing about training for law enforcement. It taught you to control your temper. And your face. Plus, Jason knew a wide smile was more effective with the Boxners of the world than any amount of huffing and puffing. He grinned and, for good measure, gave Boxner a knowing wink. “Yes. They do.”
Boxner’s face turned red. This time it was irritation, not embarrassment. He wasn’t smart enough to be easily embarrassed. “I would think being gay would make it hard to do your job.”
“Not that I’ve noticed.” What part of his job did good old Boyd imagine he would have trouble with? He almost asked, but really, he didn’t want to hear it. He said, “So, how’ve you been?”
Boxner, however, would not be distracted by chitchat. He sipped his beer and gave Jason a long, brooding look.
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“Are you married?” Jason asked. He figured that question coming from him would probably fluster Boxner.
“No,” Boxner said. “Are you?”
Oh, touché.
“No.”
Studying Boxner now, Jason felt rueful amusement at how very wrong his younger self had got it. Boxner was still attractive enough in a blunt, blond way—a bit like a budget brand version of Sam Kennedy—but other than his looks, it was difficult to recall what had been so fascinating about him. Maybe in the end it just came down to Boxner’s certainty, his assurance. Those were mighty rare commodities on the stock exchange of teenage masculinity. Jason, self-conscious and insecure—however well he managed to conceal it—had greatly admired those qualities in Boxner. As an adult he had learned to appreciate men who didn’t assume they were always right or always knew the answer. The adult Jason no longer misread arrogance for confidence.
Boxner said slowly, “It’s kind of a weird coincidence you being back here the same time we’ve got a copycat killer running around.”
That took Jason aback. Both that Boxner took it for granted they were dealing with a copycat killer and that he’d have the balls to imply whatever it was he seemed to be implying.
Or maybe he wasn’t implying anything. Maybe he was just being his normal jerk self.
Jason said, “Yeah, it’s hardly a coincidence since I’m here specifically to investigate.”
“Yep. That’s what’s so weird about it,” Boxner said with grim satisfaction.
Chapter Seven
Jason was just climbing out of the shower on Sunday morning when his cell phone rang.
He glanced at the ID. SAC Manning. He clicked accept. “West.”
“Agent West,” Manning said. “I’m glad I, erm, caught you.”
Since Jason carried a cell phone, it would be difficult for Manning not to catch him, by which he deduced that for whatever reason Manning was uncomfortable about making this call. Jason felt an instinctive flash of unease.
“Good morning, sir.”
“I received an, erm, rather concerning phone call from Agent Kennedy last night.”
