Chapter 9
As soon as the plane touched down, Tom was on his phone, texting Gabe. Home in an hour. Could use some stress relief if you’re up to it.
It had been a long and frustrating trip. They’d finally arrested the man responsible for a spree of robberies that spanned twelve states, but now Tom was caught up in the negotiations to determine where the trials would be held, and in what order. That would be frustrating enough, but the District Attorney from South Carolina had turned out to be a homophobic asshat who didn’t care how many people knew it. After three weeks of hardball negotiations and biting his tongue, all Tom wanted was to eat his weight in unhealthy junk food, change into old, worn clothes that had never seen the inside of a tailor’s shop, and let his beautiful, inventive
