“Who?”Jem asked.
“I don’t know.It was a junk email address, and I had to make the payments with Bitcoin.”
After a long moment, Quinn said, “He told me he was going to tell my grandparents.”
“He said he had a video.”Aiden began pacing again, his shoulders hunched.“He said Ihadto pay.”
Dean angled his body away from Mckell, his face reddening.
“He said he had a video of me jerking off,” Sawyer said.His tone was dark, but he burst out in wild laughter.“I was so freaked out, I would have agreed to anything.”
“I can’t believe this,” Mckell said.“This is insane.Why didn’t anyone say anything?”
“Tafton never would have agreed to this,” Nora said.“Tafton didn’t have anything to be ashamed of.He was trying so hard.”
“You’re going to hate this next bit, then,” Jem told her.
He set the briefcase on the coffee table and took out the pages from the Prowler conversation.He held up the dick pick first and walked it around the room.Mckell took one glance and turned away, her face flushing an ugly red.Dean wouldn’t even raise his eyes to the paper.Sawyer snorted.Aiden paused his pacing and then continued.The faintest smile tugged at the corner of Quinn’s mouth, and he bumped Beckett with his hip, and Beckett said, “That’s totally Tafton’s dick.”
Nora covered her eyes.
“How did you recognize it?”Jem asked.
Beckett smirked.“I like to know what a guy is working with.”
“I don’t know where you got that,” Nora said.She sounded like she was about to cry.“But put it away.”
Jem gave the dick a final look and then tucked the paper back inside the briefcase.“That is from a conversation Tafton had on Prowler with a potential hookup.”
Quinn let out an annoyed breath.
Sawyer muttered, “What a dumbass.”
Dean was sweating, trying to wipe away the drops at his hairline.
“I told you he thought he’d figured out how to get around the tracker,” Beckett said.“Let me guess: he was wrong.”
Jem nodded.“Gerald had a copy of the conversation.”
“Who was the guy?”Dean asked, but he sounded like he didn’t want to know.
Aiden stopped again to ask, “Was he hot?”
“Great question,” Jem said.“He was a smoking ten.Have a look.”
He produced the pictures: first, the man’s body; then the face.
“Get real,” Sawyer said with a laugh.
“Uh.”Quinn looked like he was trying not to smile again.“That’s—”
“That’s Boy Hardy,” Aiden said.
“Who?”Dean said.
“Boy Hardy.He’s a model.”
“He’s a porn star,” Beckett said through bubbles of laughter.“Oh my gosh, for real?”
