 After kissing Eric’s cheek softly, Jay headed to get the drinks and throw some popcorn into the microwave. When he returned, he set the bowl on the couch between them and their drinks on the end tables. “Okay, see here, these photos and drawings. Look at how the body is wounded, the marks, particularly the placement.” Jay looked down, stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth at the same time, chewing slowly. The few minutes away from Eric and his muscles, along with the images of ripped apart bodies, had cooled his impressive and insistent hard-on. “See these marks here? Whatever it was grabbed these men and ripped open their ribcage, spread it apart like this,” Eric went on. Holding both hands like claws, he simulated grabbing something and spreading it apart in a slow, steady ripping motion. “Then it moved down to the abdomen. Part of the right lung, arteries and veins, and the right side of the heart are always missing. So are chunks of the spleen and liver. All the victims, every single one dating back to 1783, were male. Never younger than twenty, never older than thirty.” “So, the killer is a woman… female?” Jay asked. “That would be my first thought, but I don’t know of any woman with the upper body strength to do that with their bare hands. Or any men for that matter. There is never any indication some sort of medical instrument like a rib spreader was used.” “How could anyone tell?” “A tool, such as a rib spreader, would leave distinctive marks and traces of metal that forensics this century would find.” Jay studied the prints and photos for a few minutes, shifting from one to the next before reading more of the descriptions. “And that leads to a what, not a who.” He flicked a finger at the paperwork. “It’s almost as if this stuff was put together by the same person—it’s that exact in detail.” Eric nodded. “Yeah, I know. The anger of the attacker just radiates off these.” Jay rubbed at his forehead with one hand, trying to steady the couch that wanted to sway slightly all of a sudden. “I can’t imagine being attacked like that. It must have been terrifying for those men. What an awful way to die.” His mind insisted on an instant replay of what he’d seen earlier that day, right down to the smallest detail. Shuddering, he mumbled, “Sorry.” “Hey, nothing to be sorry for.” Eric rubbed Jay’s back with one hand and took the pictures away from Jay with the other, setting them back into the file and closing it. “Someone not affected by this stuff is not anyone I’d want to be involved with, or even associate much with, trust me.” Jay leaned forward, elbows on his knees, drawing in and letting out a few deep, slow breaths. He concentrated on the way Eric’s hand moved in circles, massaging the tense muscles of Jay’s back until he relaxed. “Don’t killers, even crazy ones, have some kind of motive, even if us sane people don’t understand it?” Jay asked when his head was clearer. “They do. In every case, all the bodies are dumped somewhere away from where they were killed, and they’re dumped in the same spot. In other instances, they seemed to me to be a little better hidden, but I don’t think that is anything other than terrain and population conditions. Certain predators will take their prey to one location, kill it, and then remove the remains they don’t want to another location.” Eric’s hand dropped away and rested on his leg. “House cleaning,” Jay said. “Exactly. There are legends and myths of many types of creatures that will do the same thing. Many of the different shifter-type creatures have a territory, they’re attracted to their victims because of some kind of greed, and never leave the bodies in their lair.” Eric pulled a thin book from his carry bag and set it in Jay’s lap. Leaning back, Jay flipped through the pages, reading bits here and there. “Quite a few of these creatures share similar characteristics. These things are only supposed to be in books and movies, but so many different cultures have almost the same myths. I guess it’s true all myth has some basis in fact. We need to figure out what the territory is. Maybe it’s not land, maybe it’s something else? Maybe the bodies are being dumped in the same spot because they’re some sort of gift or offering from this creature to another creature, or even a person?” “Christ, I hadn’t thought of that. I’ve been looking for a geographic territory or maybe a nesting area.” “How do we figure it out?” Eric ran one hand through his hair, staring at the papers spread before them. “We find the link, the one single commonality in the men murdered here.” “They were all on the resort.” “Okay, Jay, we start there. We’ll have to backtrack, figure out where exactly and who they had contact with. Do you remember any of them other than the waiter who worked for you for a day?” Jay shrugged. “I had about a three-minute conversation with him. I don’t know about the others. The police showed me their pictures. Maybe I saw them. If I had contact with them, it wasn’t more than a hello. Dozens of people pass through every day. Some come for a stay; others just hit the dining hall for a meal on their trip. We have a gun shop that does firearm and knife repairs. There is a decent equipment shop for hiking, canoeing supplies, that sort of thing. People come here for reasons other than spending a night or hunting.” “Alright, in the morning make a list of every place a person could go to on the resort and why. Then we’ll go one at a time and canvass all those places and find someone who remembers the victims.” “Wouldn’t the police have done that?” Jay asked. “Yeah, but maybe not with the thought they were all in the sports shop or had a meal here or something very mundane. They’d be looking for a person who had contact with all of them. They’re looking for a human suspect with human motives.” Jay stretched, then leaned back, yawning. He glanced at the clock. It was nearly midnight. He hadn’t realized it’d gotten so late. Eric’s hand slipped across his leg, fingers digging into his inner thigh, then caressing up and down his re-hardening cock. Once again Jay was acutely aware of every movement of silky, slippery fabric over his skin. By the time Eric stood and pulled Jay off the couch and into the bedroom, Jay’s breathing was quick and harsh. His brain was scattered and his body on fire again from Eric’s touches and kisses. Settled in the bed for the night, Jay’s senses had narrowed down to the hot baseball bat his cock felt like between his legs, to Eric’s thick thigh between his legs, applying pressure and taking it away, the scratch of the sheets, and the warm body of his new lover in bed beside him. It made for a restless night for Jay.     
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