Mike took a deep breath as he was visibly trying to regain his composure. He’d reluctantly come to work, still worrying about Ian, and the first e-mail he read was from Samuel Kingston. That bastard had started out by thanking him for his time the day before. Then, he asked if Mike had enjoyed the gift “artfully decorated” on his living room floor before telling him he would gladly pass along Mike’s greeting to the Chief of Police. Samuel was somehow involved in the attack then.
His hands shook as he made a call to Tim. His lover picked up after the third ring. “Mike, babe, what’s wrong?”
“I’d forwarded an e-mail to you. Samuel Kingston is also involved in the attack last evening. I’ll kill that bastard!”
“Hey, babe. What are you talking about? Hold on! Let me read the e-mail!”
He wait
