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shower.
    He could hear the murmur of voices from the other room, the sound of plastic as it was unwrapped. He soaped his chest, brushed his stomach and headed farther south.
    A giggle, followed by a laugh. Joe smiled. At least they weren’t giving Adam any grief. All cops joked, but just because Rodriguez used words like taco queen or fag didn’t mean he was a raging homophobe. It was just how things were.
    There it was again, that soft giggle. Joe’s thoughts turned to Adam and this morning, and he was soaping his erection lazily before he even realized he had one. Shit. He couldn’t pass this one off as a morning wood. He thought about how Adam had responded so wonderfully that morning. Made a Dom’s heart all warm and fuzzy really. Joe’s fingers pulled a little on his dick and a warm sensation grew in his balls. He could still hear the sounds of talking from the other room, figured he had a few minutes. It never occurred to him to think about any other body except Adam’s. The slim waist, the flare of his hips, even how he managed to bounce them as he walked. His lips. All those beautiful sounds that had come from them earlier. Pleasure bloomed in Joe’s dick and snaked around his spine. Christ, he wasn’t going to take long. He closed his eyes and leant his head back on the tiles. He saw Adam’s face as he had counted. Deeply satisfying, knowing he was sending him higher with each number.
    Joe didn’t even make it to four.
    He pushed hard breaths out of his lungs and locked his knees. Deep, satisfying pumps from his hands completed the job, and he groaned low as the intense pressure left his balls. He angled the spray to clean the wall and rinse himself off. He turned the water off and stepped out, one hand going for the towel.
    Silence. Joe’s ears pricked up. He couldn’t hear any talking at all. No laughing and certainly no giggles. Suddenly urgent, he stepped into the bedroom and grabbed some sweats. He yanked a t-shirt over his body that he hadn’t dried too thoroughly and walked out of his bedroom.
    Joe took it in in seconds. Adam was curled up defensively in the corner of the sofa. His head was bowed, and he’d tucked his knees up to his chest with his arms wrapped around them. Rodriguez was ineffectually patting Adam’s arm from at least two feet away, like if he got nearer he would catch something. Joe hardened his jaw; the kid wasn’t contagious for fuck’s sake.
    Dobbs was even farther away. He stood by the TV, hands clasped behind his back, feet shuffling with embarrassment. Rodriguez jumped up, relief written all over his face as Joe came back in. He stood for two beats, indecision keeping his feet still. Then he heard a muffled sob from Adam. It was all he needed to move.
    “Hey.” Joe sat and pulled Adam onto his chest. He could feel the wetness through his t-shirt. “Rodriguez?”
    The cop sighed. “Did you know Adam has been getting threatening letters?”
    “What the hell? Adam?” Adam resisted bringing his face out of Joe’s chest. Joe left it there for now and looked at the detective. “No, I didn’t know.”
    “We found them last night,” Rodriguez said. “Apparently he’s been getting them for a few weeks. Thought they were a prank.”
    Dobbs peeled himself away from the corner. “In light of last night and the apparent escalation, we need to ask Adam about his exes, et cetera, try to find out who would want to do this.”
    Rodriguez looked at Joe. “We know about the club. Adam was just telling us about the catalogue.”
    Dobbs butted in. “This isn’t likely to be random. It’s probably from someone who fixated on the catalogue...”
    “Or it’s probably someone from the club,” Joe finished the sentence for Dobbs. Adam was quieter, just breathing, still with his head turned into Joe. If either of the cops thought it was weird, Joe was grateful they both managed not to show it.
    “We know it was pig’s blood,” said Dobbs, “but we’d like you to leave