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for another chicken finger,
    “don’t you think you’re in danger being here with me?”
    Freddy slapped my hand away. “The only danger I’m in is of starvation,” he snapped. “Eat that green stuff you got.”
    “But it’s not as ful of tasty goodness as your food,” I whined. “Besides, stop acting like I’m Jamie Lee Curtis in Halloween. I’m not tripping over dead bodies every other minute.”
    “Not every minute,” Freddy admitted. “What were you and Randy talking about, anyway?”
    I told Freddy we had only been chatting for a few moments. “He was going to tel me about someone he tricked with,” I remembered.
    “Who?”
    “We never got to it. It was just then that he was hit.”
    “Huh,” Freddy said. “Do you boys talk about that kind of thing much? Who your clients are? Because I thought you took some kind of confidentiality pledge, like doctors and their Hypodermic Oath or something.”

    “Actual y, no. It’s not so much a pledge, though. It just gets boring after a while. I mean, we’ve slept with al kinds of people.”
    “Famous people?” Freddy asked.
    “Al the time. Can you imagine how hard it is for someone who’s real y wel known to get some?
    Going out to a club is, like, impossible, and a Manhunt profile’s going to get them into the National Enquirer real fast.” I was thinking of a certain male singer from a popular reality show whose online escapades became national news. “Even openly gay celebrities want to be discrete.”
    Freddy leaned forward, suddenly more interested.
    He dangled a chicken finger temptingly. “Tel me about three famous guys you’ve boffed and you can have this,” he purred.
    My years of gymnastics training have made me limber and strong. I’ve also studied Krav Maga, the official self-defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. I can strike silently, stealthily, and fast.
    I had that chicken finger out of Freddy’s hand before he even saw me move.
    “Hey!” he said. “No fair using that kung fu stuff!”
    “‘The Force can have a strong influence on the weakminded, ’” I reminded him.
    “Whatev.” Freddy sighed. “If Randy was going to tel you about someone who hired him, it must have been pretty juicy.”
    “Probably,” I admitted.
    “Someone with a secret,” Freddy continued.
    “Possibly. But pretty much everyone who hires a rentboy wants to keep it secret.”
    “And maybe . . .” Freddy gave a dramatic pause, looked around as if afraid someone might be listening, and lowered his voice. “Maybe it was a secret worth kil ing for.”
    “We had one of those in our last murder,” I reminded him.
    “So?” Freddy asked.
    “So,” I said. “What are the odds?”
    “In your case, darling? Always even money.” 5

    Can’t Help Loving That Man

    After Freddy got himself another plate of fries and a milkshake (I real y, really hate him), we went back to the ICU. The nurse told us there was no change in Randy’s condition. I was instructed to cal the next day.
    Freddy and I parted soon after.
    “Remember, we have that thing tomorrow,” I told him.
    “Lamb chop, how could I forget? It only promises to be one of the most fabulous parties in New York,” Freddy gushed. “It’s engraved in my mind in letters of fire. I shal spend the entire day tomorrow fasting and bathing in champagne. I may even get a Brazilian.”
    “Ouch,” I said. “Just shave.”
    Freddy smiled condescendingly at me. “Not that kind of a Brazilian, darling. I mean, an actual person from Brazil. This guy who works out at my gym. I may invite him over before we go to the party. Just to take the edge off.”
    “Be on time,” I told him. We kissed and said good-bye.
    I headed back to my one-bedroom apartment in Chelsea. My semi-boyfriend was coming over, and I needed to get ready. I didn’t get that much time with him, and I tried to make the most out of every opportunity.
    It was late in the afternoon and the air was getting colder. I shivered in