Chapter 8
The afternoon sun cast great swathes of pink, orange, and gold across the darkening skies. Baz and Cody were at the table, preparing dinner. Baz was wearing his shorts and boots, and Cody was, as usual, naked. He’d been granted his freedom, but had not yet been given access to the contents of his backpack, which in all honesty didn’t bother him.
“Baz Knowles.” The voice came from the door.
Cody’s eyes went from the officer to Baz, who looked mildly shocked. Instinctively he knew the officer was Shaun Beckett, a fact confirmed within the minute.
“I thought I might find you here,” said Officer Beckett, entering uninvited.
Baz remained silent.
“And who do we have here? An accomplice?” He glanced at Cody’s c**k. “Or some kind of s*x slave?”
Baz’s attention remained on the offi
