“I take it something happened to him?”
“He died of autoerotic asphyxiation.”
“What?” Harry stared at him. “I’d heard something about him getting killed trying to protect his home.”
Lines appeared around Wills’s mouth. “s**t, I shouldn’t have said that. We didn’t want his parents to find out the truth about his death. Please don’t say anything about it.”
Harry got huffy. “Of course I won’t.”
“He scarfed?” I didn’t say how stupid I thought that was, but the disapproval must have been clear in my voice. Harry nodded in agreement, and Wills looked at me in surprise. “There are other ways to make yourself feel good. Besides, it’s too easy for things to go wrong.”
Wills sighed, his shoulders slumped in defeat. “He was my best friend,” he repeated. “Even after we graduated from college I st
