The s*x sated Joel, but the ending saddened and surprised him. There was something magical about London, casual, friendly, and he felt so good in Joel’s arms. Now there was a void in his heart.
The next morning, Joel realized London’s car was at the restaurant.
Damn. The guy must think I’m a total f**k off.
Joel fired off a text, apologizing. He heard nothing back. He felt like s**t; Mom was right. They took it too fast.
He got called again about the assault case from Sunday night and asked if there was anything else he remembered. Later, he went off on his partner.
“Why the f**k don’t the d***s in homicide communicate with us? Elitist assholes?”
Maurie barked back, “We all know they’re elitists. What the hell is bothering you?”
“Nothing.”
“Have a fight with your boyfriend?”
“Don’
