Chapter 11
A couple of days passed before Hunter was able to leave the house. He spent most of that time in his room, letting plans for his future life and Beaumont House go to hell. He watched game shows, soap operas, bad sitcoms, and fruitlessly cruised gay hookup sites in the vain hope of finding a posting for Jay on one. He never did. Authorities contacted him, including the Chicago police, but no one was able to offer much hope of finding Jay or of getting Hunter’s money back. The investigation, as they told him, was “ongoing.”
Everything was gone. Nana. Jay, or the person he thought of as Jay. His hopes. Hunter had never been the type to contemplate suicide, but he was now. The only thing that prevented him was simply that it would take too much effort to get out of bed and get it
