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At.
All.
Julian kept talking.
“Elliot and I had a few one-night stands. He got skittish when I had to ask him about his grades. Part of his scholarshipstates that he has to keep his GPA up. I admonished him after a date, and he was avoiding me.”
That tracked with what his roommate had shared with them.
Julian shrugged.
“He and I never progressed beyond that, and I took it as a sign when he avoided me. That happens a lot. I’m a lot to handle.”
Oh, Gene bet.
He wanted to avoid him too.
The hair on the back of his neck was standing up, and he felt…watched.
Gene just couldn’t put his finger on why.
Julian kept talking.
“As for Wesley, he invited me over to his dorm a few times. He was fun, and we had a good time. I’m going to guess you found out about us getting caught in his room.”
Gene went there.
“Oh we heard. How old are you, Mr. Mercer?” he asked.
He smiled.
“I’m the same age as you, Agent Cantrell. I’m thirty-one.”
Yeah, Gene didn’t like that the man had researched them. He also didn’t like how he had been given the heads-up that they were onto him.
Who shared this with him?
Did rich dudes keep an eye out for each other?
Yeah, nothing about this man was appealing, but he was a whole lot of sketchy.
That was for sure.
“And with Graham Sinclair?” he asked, wanting to get this done and out of there.
From where he sat, Julian sipped his martini, and considered it.
“Graham and I would often grab dinner, and he would come back with me. We would almost always have sex here. I mean, we did have sex in my car once.”
Oh, boy.
“He had political ambitions, and wanted to use any connections I had to get an internship for the upcoming summer. I have lots of friends in the government and in law enforcement.”
Was that a threat?
It felt like a threat to Gene.
“Is that so?” he asked, knowing that was what Phillip Winslow had mentioned to him. Well, the internship, not having sex with this man.
