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guests and it seemed none were the wiser as to what had happened just moments ago.
    “Edgar, Jack, come to check on your wounded neighbor?”
    “Sorry we haven't been by, it's just. . .”
    “No need to explain, what with Aaron. . .” Rich said, his voice drifting off in the air. “In fact, I'd rather not delve into it all that happened. . . not now. Tell me, though, how's Paolo?”
    The longtime lovers exchanged hapless looks before Jack said, “Not good. He's got the house all closed up, shades drawn. We've only seen him once, but that was yesterday so at least we know he hasn't done anything. . . you know.”
    “Dumb,” Edgar said.
    “When I get out of here. . .”
    “Easy, Rich. There's time for retribution later. How are you feeling?”
    “I'm fine,” he said, waving off the concern.
    “So I see,” Edgar said, checking out Christof's tight ass as the nurse excused himself and left the room. “Cute in a surfer dude way.”
    “He gives me my sponge bath.”
    Jack's eyebrows rose. “Did you say ‘spooge’ bath?”
    “Funny, Jack,” Rich said. “So, what can I do for you guys?”
    “We hate to bother you with all this, but Converse, the Wonderland Palaces, they are still a threat. And Converse is like a wounded animal himself, bent on revenge for Russell's death.”
    “Yeah, Converse hid behind his aide and the aide bought it. Fucking coward. The police came by a few days ago, someone told them I was awake and on the mend, so they wanted to ask some questions. But there was very little I could tell them; I barely remember what happened. Do you know the latest?”
    “The police have closed the case. No charges filed. Everyone saw Aaron pull the gun.”
    “Why? Why would he do that? Jeopardize his livelihood—his life—that way?”
    “Converse had just fired him. Guess that was the last straw. Truthfully, I don't think even Paolo understands how it went this far.”
    “What a fucking waste,” Rich said, heart heavy with emotion. “But after all these weeks of threats and terror and blackmail, Danvers Converse pushed too far, and it was Aaron who snapped—and paid the price. As far as I'm concerned, Danvers has blood on his hands.”
    “Again.”
    “Right,” Edgar said, “that's why we wanted to stop by. Jack and I are going to intensify our efforts to finally get to the heart of the secret of Number Two Eldon Court. If it's true that Saunders's wife was the one who died—was murdered—inside that house, where is her body? And Parker St. John, just what is motivating him? Or who? Just to prove that Saunders is his father? Won't mean anything if Troy Saunders can prove he's the legal, rightful heir. And he's disappeared from what I heard—Sawyer was working with him, being photographed down at Converse's estate in Carmel, but that house is all locked up and Troy has gone under.”
    “Or Danvers has him hidden, covering his tracks.” Rich said.
    Edgar shook his head. “I think the key is Parker.”
    “So, then, what's the plan?” Rich asked.
    “Forget Parker, forget the plan,” said a new voice. “Rich needs his rest.”
    “Hey, Marc. . .”
    “Sorry, we just wanted to. . .”
    “Yeah, you can forget all this. Recovery first, then. . .”
    “Revenge?” Rich asked.
    “No. Look where that got us.”
    Marc was clearly not on the same page as the rest of them. So Jack and Edgar said their good-byes, but not before Jack winked Rich's way and said, “Marc sure doesn't have the bedside manner of your cute nurse, does he?”
    Both men laughed their way down the hospital corridor.
    Rich found himself blushing, even in the presence of his lover.
    “Hey, babe, where have you been?” Rich asked.
    “Button up that gown, Rich, you look ridiculous,” Marc said.
    Rich did feel exposed, more so with his lover inside the room. His chest bare, stubbly, he felt unfamiliar in his own skin. He could imagine how Marc felt. God, Rich thought, how do I tell him the truth? How do I tell him that I