  Wyatt scrambled around mentally, trying to remember the correct title to address a US Marshal. It seemed every branch of law enforcement had a different set of titles, and they all got pissed off if you called them by the wrong one. He went for the obvious. “Marshal Diamond, what can I do for you?” “It’s Inspector,” Griff Diamond corrected. Wyatt closed his eyes and cringed. Inspector Diamond continued, “But just call me Griff. I was given your name by a former colleague of yours, Kevin Fells?” Wyatt blew out a breath and pulled his arm out from under his head when Val returned and stretched beside him, handing him a glass of juice. “Years ago, we were both involved in some insurance investigations. He’s not really a friend.” He couldn’t imagine why an asshole like Fells, who hated gays in general and Wyatt in particular, would recommend him for anything. “He was also the brother of a… friend, but….” He didn’t know what to say and wondered why he was explaining this to a US Marshal. Griff laughed outright. It was a hearty, warm laugh that set Wyatt at ease. Val must have heard it, because he turned his head far enough and leaned over Wyatt’s chest to look at the phone, raising his eyebrows. “He’s a bit of an intense guy. I don’t think he was too happy about handing over your name, but he said you might be interested in some consulting work, and we needed someone with a few specialized skills.” There are more snippets to read in the Rainbow Snippets Facebook group. A Barlow Lens is available in eBook, paperback, through Kindle Unlimited and your local library digital catalog.    
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