“You know the guy across the street,” Gary said, the following Friday night after he’d first become aware of him.
“Mr. Reclusive? Yeah. What about him?”
“Maybe I’m crazy, but I could swear I saw him when I went out to the Tech Center to consult with a client about redoing his office—for the tenth time in two years.”
Steve chuckled. “At least he’s keeping you busy, and us in steaks.”
“I guess, but that’s not the point. I saw our neighbor while I was there, if it was him. Sure looked like it, down to the suit and tie you said you’ve seen him wearing.”
“He probably works for some company out there. God knows there are enough of them.”
“I know. It just gave me the creeps for some reason.”
Steve waggled his fingers at his husband, saying in an eerie voice, “He’s Killer M and he’s stalkin
