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what you’re complaining about. I think it’s a great idea. You’d be lucky to be with someone like Myles.”
    The surprise turned to shock. Was Richard kidding? For someone who was supposed to know him well, Brody was amazed at how wrong he was. Well, just chalk it up to his being hetero. What did straight guys know about gay men anyhow? Richard was way off in the weeds on this one! “Absolutely not. That’s the last thing in the world I need! Myles turns thirty-five in a month. That means we have thirty days to find him a new boyfriend so I’m off the hook!”
    â€œNot us, my friend. Just you. I’m not getting involved in this.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œDum, dum, de dum,” Richard sang. “Here comes the bride.”
    â€œThat’s not funny!”
    Richard couldn’t stop laughing. “Are you sure… because I think it’s hysterical!”
    ***
    Brody and Richard drove along Santa Monica Boulevard. When time permitted, Brody loved to drive cut through WeHo. Not just for the sake of checking out the guys walking along the street but to drive Richard a little nuts as well. It was the little things in life that meant so much sometimes.
    â€œNow that is one cute little boy there in shorts and flip flops,” Brody said with a grin.
    â€œWhy do you always do this to me? Just once I’d love to check out the ladies on Melrose shopping for short skirts and tight t-shirts,” Richard moaned.
    â€œLearn to enjoy the best of both worlds.”
    â€œI’d rather enjoy a nice ass in tight jeans.”
    â€œWe have those too.”
    â€œA girl’s ass, please.”
    Brody laughed. “All right, I’ve probably tortured you enough for one day. You can’t blame me for trying.”
    Richard shook his head. He knew Brody’s routine all too well.
    â€œI’ll cut down to Melrose so you can…”
    Richard interrupted and got serious, “Hold on second.”
    Brody could hear it in his partner’s voice. Something wasn’t quite right.
    â€œOver there,” he pointed at two suspicious looking men wearing long coats on a summer’s day walking into a convenience store. One of the man’s wrists had a pair of handcuffs hanging from it.
    â€œI see ‘em,” Brody replied.
    He quickly pulled the squad car to the curb. The two of them hopped out and cautiously moved to the side of the store. Brody carefully peaked in the window. He could see the clerk staring uncomfortably at the two men. They were doing all the talking as the clerk listened–his eyes wide. The clerk, a man in his early sixties, pointed nervously towards the back of the store. One of the men indicated “move” with his head. They followed the clerk towards the back but not before glancing at the front door to make sure the coast was clear.
    â€œIt looks like we have a 211,” Brody said.
    â€œI’ll call it in,” Richard replied. He clicked on his walkie-talkie mike clipped to his shirt. “Dispatch, this is 98. We have a 211 in progress at Franklin’s Hardware. Request back up.”
    â€œThis is Dispatch, 98. Back up on the way.”
    Brody looked at Richard. They nodded. No time to wait for back-up.
    Guns drawn, they entered the hardware store slowly and quietly; then the bell above the door tinkled loudly. The two cringed. They couldn’t believe their luck.
    Brody indicated with his head, got to go now!
    They spread out and started systematically moving through the store, each time peaking down the next aisle cautiously. Brody spotted the three men talking at the back. The man with the handcuffed wrist was gesturing wildly. The clerk was still wide-eyed.
    â€œI need this off my wrist right now,” blurted the man with the handcuffs. He turned to his partner in crime, “What if I’m seen?”
    His accomplice talked quickly, “We’re going to need money.”
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