Chapter 2It was a plague year. Brian decided that term probably hadn’t been used since the middle ages, but damn if it didn’t seem like an appropriate phrase. New York City was in full lock down mode, as the hospitals were overwhelmed and bodies were starting to be stored in refrigerated trailers usually used for food transportation. Nearly twenty percent of the NYPD was sick with the dreaded virus. Being married to a police officer, even if Tristan wasn’t a beat cop, carried a risk. Brian worried about his husband every day, and occasionally about himself.
It was eight o’clock at night when Brian got a text from Tristan, indicating he was finally heading home after a twelve-hour shift. He began listening for the sound of the basement door opening. Over the past few weeks, Tristan had dev
