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Darrel stood outside the door to his apartment, fiddling with the key. “Lousy piece of crap,” he muttered, jiggling the knob. “Doesn't seems to want to open no matter how hard you twist.”
Ben closed his eyes, calming himself with an effort of will. “I think you might be overreacting a little, honey. Pretty sure you could just ask the super for a new doorknob.”
The door swung open.
Slipping hands into his pockets, Ben followed his boyfriend into the apartment. “Is there any chance you're gonna tell me what's on your mind?” he asked with a shrug of his shoulders. “You've been testy all-”
He froze when he noticed a third man standing in the living room, facing a window that looked out on the city. This guy was tall and slim, dressed in blue jeans and a leather jacket. The gray hair on
