“What have you got for me?”
“His husband.”
“His what?”
“Yeah, apparently he’s married and has been for five years, although the husband did a runner two years ago. There was an incident and Kincaid ended up in the hospital.”
He was aware Kincaid was bisexual and had been married before, but that had been to a woman who’d died. He wasn’t aware of a second marriage. How had he missed that?”
“Do we have a name for the husband?”
“Jason Morris.”
Patrick was sure he’d misheard. “Did you say Jason Morris?”
“Do you know him?”
“Common name, isn’t it? Have we got a picture?”
“Yeah, here you go,” he said, passing the file over.
“Thanks. I’ll have a look through this and let you know if I need anything.”
If it was his Jason, he didn’t want an audience when it was confirmed. Milo looked like he was miles away.
“Are you okay, Milo?”
“Yeah, fine. Just this guy I’ve been seeing, it’s . . . complicated.”
“Isn’t it always? You know where I am if you need to talk.”
Milo nodded with a smile and left him to it. Patrick took a deep breath and opened the file. Staring straight back at him was Grant Kincaid on his wedding day – the guy was objectively handsome – and on his arm, beaming at the camera, was a face that still made Patrick’s heart race. Jason.
Waiting outside Jason’s flat was borderline stalker behaviour, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t call him, as he’d been blocked, and he wasn’t going to put Sebastian in the middle. Besides, he didn’t know if his friends even knew about Grant – they probably did; those guys were closer than anyone Patrick had ever known – so he couldn’t knock on the door either. He’d considered going to Jason’s work, but he might be with a colleague and Patrick didn’t want to put him in an awkward position.
He kept himself hidden as best he could. It had been a long time since he’d done something like this, not since his days on the crime desk. He’d been such an eager rookie, but had worked with some amazing people, who’d supported him as he worked his way to the top.
It was almost an hour before Jason appeared, walking towards his flat. He had a woolly hat on, which had a bobble on it. He looked adorably cute, but that wasn’t why Patrick was here.
“Jason,” he shouted.
He watched his shoulders stiffen before he turned and looked at Patrick. He hated seeing the look of panic in his eyes. What had made him look almost fearful of Patrick?
“I just want to talk, Jason.”
“Is it about Grant?”
“What makes you say that?”
“I’m surprised it took you this long.”
“I’m not sure what you’re thinking, Jason, but I only found out today.”
“But I saw your files. You were looking into him.”
Suddenly everything made sense. He must have seen his file on Grant in his home office and made some incorrect assumptions.
“I’ve been looking into a story on Grant for a while, but I had no idea about you, Jason. Is that why you left that day and never called again?”
