There was a note left on the bed, one of those clich? start here ordeals. On the pillow in a bed of roses it said simply:
?Your next clue will be where we watched the stars on my first night in white.?
The clue was not a hard one, it would be only a matter of time before Dirk would figure out that it was the night of his first change he was talking about. When they laid in the bed of the truck blood spattered and sated. It had thrilled Quinn to have such a vivid picture there in the forefront of his mind as he taped the next note to the bed liner.
This clue was in an envelope, perfect slanted script scrawled over the front of it in bold black ink. It simply said ?My Darling?. Inside was nestled a single note card a red heart precariously painted on the front. Inside was once again a clue in Quinn?s slanted handwriting.
?The next will take you to where we greeted Eli for the first time as a pair?
Down by the lake, taped to a single stem of a reed. Where they had been skinny dipping with Genny. She had been so embarrassed to be caught indecently swimming. Quinn remembered fondly as he waded waist deep in water to deposit the note onto the reed, the exact shape of Dirk?s tan lines as his husband had walked out of the water that day. He found himself pausing and subsequently stirring over the thought. Clearing his throat before wading out of the lake to put up other notes.
?Your next clue will be where we watched the stars on my first night in white.?
The clue was not a hard one, it would be only a matter of time before Dirk would figure out that it was the night of his first change he was talking about. When they laid in the bed of the truck blood spattered and sated. It had thrilled Quinn to have such a vivid picture there in the forefront of his mind as he taped the next note to the bed liner.
This clue was in an envelope, perfect slanted script scrawled over the front of it in bold black ink. It simply said ?My Darling?. Inside was nestled a single note card a red heart precariously painted on the front. Inside was once again a clue in Quinn?s slanted handwriting.
?The next will take you to where we greeted Eli for the first time as a pair?
Down by the lake, taped to a single stem of a reed. Where they had been skinny dipping with Genny. She had been so embarrassed to be caught indecently swimming. Quinn remembered fondly as he waded waist deep in water to deposit the note onto the reed, the exact shape of Dirk?s tan lines as his husband had walked out of the water that day. He found himself pausing and subsequently stirring over the thought. Clearing his throat before wading out of the lake to put up other notes.