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now, no matter what bullshit Cutter and his men spun.
Over the noise of Chance trashing the room, I thought I
heard running footsteps, outside in the hall and maybe
above me. It was a minor panic sound, meaning the cops
probably were coming in.  Chance! I shouted. I had to shout
it a couple of times before he heard me and stopped.  You
oughta go. I think there s a raid.
He looked cute when he was puzzled.  Huh?
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 Cops. You better get going.
It seemed to take a moment for that to sink in.  Really?
He staggered toward the door and glanced out, still unsure.
When Chance looked back at me, he was frowning.  What
about you?
 I ll be okay. Go.
Chance gave me that adorably stony little smile and
said,  Rain check. He then left, and I watched his cute little
ass go. It wouldn t be so bad to collect that rain check.
There was a small chance Cutter would have his men
come and get me ahead of the cops, but I wasn t sure they d
have time or anywhere to take me. As it turned out, I was left
tied to a chair, bleeding and wondering why it was so fucking
cold outside (and why I had to be sitting directly in the path
of the breeze from the broken window), when a surprisingly
familiar figure appeared in the doorway.  Jake, my God,
what happened to you?
I should have known, as soon as that guy said there
were cops outside, that one of them was Kyle.
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WHILE I was sitting on an emergency room gurney, getting
the cuts on my face pasted together with surgical glue (the
doctor seemed to think stitches would most likely tear, and I
agreed), Kyle told me he came after me once he realized I d
stolen his Taser. It didn t matter that I d taken pains to avoid
being followed; he was able to find me pretty quick. He had
no idea why I d be poking around the Roosevelt, but he had a
bad feeling about it and called it in as a B&E, figuring I
could talk my way out of it if I was the only one inside. As
soon as Kyle saw Cutter, though, he knew something terrible
was going on. The nightstand flying through the window was
just another sign.
As soon as the doctor was done and moved off to attend
another patient, Kyle asked,  What does Blunt have to do
with any of this?
 I don t know, I said, although now I thought I had
some idea of what was going on. Yeah, it was a surprise to
me too, but some things seemed obvious now. Maybe getting
beaten had shaken something loose in my brain.
 He doesn t own the Roosevelt, does he?
 Yeah, he does. Kyle s look was questioning, so I told
him,  He owns it through a shell corporation called Colson
Holdings Limited. I tried to look up who owned Colson and
where they were based, but I couldn t find anything except a
link to First Liberty Bank.
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 Blunt s bank.
 Uh-huh. That s why I figured it was a dummy corp.
He scratched his head, not even moving his short black
hair. It wasn t that he used a lot of product; it was just the
result of hat hair.  I don t get it. He s straighter than a ruler.
Why is he fronting for a secret gay sex club?
 Good question. Actually, an answer immediately
popped to mind. But if that were true, there d be evidence.
 You going back to the Roosevelt?
Kyle nodded, weariness etched on his face.  Have to.
There s one hell of a scene there. I m sure Blunt has his
lawyers on it and it ll be dismissed, but until then we do
have some evidence to gather. Why?
 You might want to keep your eye out for something. I
then told him my theory, which made him raise his eyebrows
even more. But he didn t disagree.
Kyle insisted on taking me back to his place; he didn t
think it was a good idea if I was at my apartment alone, and
I had to agree. I didn t want to get beaten up anymore.
Sloane had taken over Kyle s bedroom, mainly because
Kyle was too polite to have a guest sleep on the couch, and I
felt a brief stab of jealousy. But why? I had slept with
Sloane, so why shouldn t Kyle get the chance? But the thing
was, Kyle wasn t like that. No open relationships for him; he
was pure fuddy-duddy, all the way down to his bones.
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