Page 353 of Sticks and Stones
He grabbed the keys that weren’t far away and handed them to her.
“Go warm the car up, and I’ll see you in a few,” he said, getting a kiss from the girl.
When she was gone, he grinned.
“Like I said, Friday night girls are different from Saturday night girls. Know what I mean? Saturday girls are around for Sunday brunch with the folks. Plus, she’s loaded, and her parents have a yacht. My parents have money, but her parents haveMONEY.”
Gene knew this kid was going to grow up selling something to someone.
He was thinking it would most likely end up being a Ponzi scheme.
If Sarah had brothers, this dude was in for a world of hurt at some point.
Bet.
On.
It.
“No, I don’t understand that. I’m one of the guys getting my nut rocked, or whatever ridiculous thing it was that you said.”
Ethan laughed.
He couldn’t help it.
When Phillip glanced over at him, Ethan was honest.
“I’m with him. I’m the one getting his nut off, and then, he gets mine off next,” he stated. “Like you suspected, dicks are involved.”
He checked out Ethan.
And Gene knew why.
This guy was thinking he would be a good wingman to be a chick magnet.
“OH,”he said. “Cool. Anyway, that’s it. I never saw him again. Three days went by, and I could hear his catSCREAMINGfor food. I called the building manager, and he opened the door. The cat was hungry, and there wasn’t a trace of Graham to be found.”
Ethan was curious.
“Did he ever say where he was going?” he asked, still making notes. Corbin had to have been in a hurry. This interview was getting them more information than the detective had put in his notes.
The man nodded.
“Yeah, he was hitting up a gay bar.”
They waited.
When he didn’t continue, Gene did.
“Does the place have a name? How did he find it?” he asked. They knew Corbin did a Google search, and it led him to trouble.
“I think so. As for how he found it…we were in the quad one day, and on a bulletin board, there was a bunch of flyers. One was for some bar that was advertising that it was a gay hangout.”
Gene’s interest was piqued.
“Do you know that name?” he asked, wanting to verify Corbin’s search. This would tell if he Googled prematurely or not.
The kid thought about it.
