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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dyson smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He was taking a huge risk in dyeing his hair darker, but he couldn't stand the blonde. He'd debated on shaving his head, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
He had gone darker than his normal brown, and he actually liked how it looked almost black. It was something he might consider keeping once everything calmed down. One thing was for sure, he wasn't going lighter again.
The danger of being recognized was high, especially with the dark hair, but if he wore long sleeves, kept his head down, and grew a light beard, he hoped he would be okay. He'd avoid going out in public for a while, and when they had the new furniture and stuff for the game room delivered, he'd let Jeremy deal with people. It sucked having to hide, but it was better than going back to jail.
He ran his fingers through his still wet hair before turning and heading out to his living room. He was still trying to get used to the new house. Unlike the simple STK house, his home was a bit more upper class. With vaulted ceilings and large picture windows, it was more than he really ever wanted. He was used to small and simple. He didn't need a lot of room. He needed a kitchen, bathroom, and bed. Beyond that, it was wasted space. The place he had now was four bedrooms, with two living rooms, a huge basement, and a backyard that would need more maintenance and upkeep than he had time or motivation for. He'd walked in to find it furnished, and luckily, the furniture was nicer than what he'd found at the STK house. He could live with it, which was a good thing, because it wasn't as if he could go out and shop for more at the moment.
Hiding sucked.
All he wanted to do was head to the nearest club, pick up some sexy, easy, hot thing, and fuck him until he lost his mind. His cock was aching, and no amount of self-pleasuring was taking the edge off. He needed to grip someone, hold on to them as he thrust deep inside a tight ass. He needed the feeling, the scent, the sounds of real sex. Waiting for it to be safe before he went out was going to kill him.
He found his laptop on the kitchen table and sat down, quickly going to Amazon and ordering a bunch of clothes that fit his style, but were different enough from what he usually wore. It wasn't too hard as the climate in Colorado was a lot different than it was in California.
Remembering to enter his new name and address, he again cursed his new name. William was on everything now. There was nothing he could do about it. It wasn't like he could get another identity overnight. He was sure it took years to build a background as strong as the one Bryon and Carter had given him.
He needed to start thinking of himself as D, not Dyson. It would be too easy to slip up if he didn't get used to the new name. It was so hard to erase years of identity, erase the person he'd been for so long, but he didn't have a choice.
Vowing that he would call himself D from now on, he glanced up at the clock. He was meeting Jeremy at the team house at noon to talk about how to start recruiting. He wanted to get things moving as quickly as he could. The way he figured it, they would need at least four of them to do a sting, two on the computers and listening to the police scanners, and two to handle the stings. While one person could do a sting, there were many that were too dangerous to go solo and it took a team.
He hated the thought of not having a doctor around, but that was one position that would probably take time to fill. He could handle minor injuries, even stitching up small cuts, but anything major like a gunshot wound and they'd be fucked.
He wished he could call Bryon, but he was under strict orders not to call them at all until things settled down. Bryon would show up sooner or later, he wouldn't let him handle all this alone, but waiting for him when he had so many questions he wished he'd asked was hard.
As he left home, he thought about Jeremy. He wondered what had brought him here. Several times he thought Jeremy was going to tell him, but he seemed to change his mind at the last minute. He obviously wasn't in jail, so that made him wonder how severe things were. Had he bailed out or were charges still pending? It really didn't matter. He was here for a reason and it wasn't his place to question why. They both had to move forward, leaving their pasts behind.
It was only fifteen minutes from his home to the team house. He was glad he didn't have to take the freeway. The drive gave him a chance to look around the area closer and see what businesses were around him.
It was a nice area. It had a much smaller feel than where he'd been raised. Being just outside Denver was good. Things moved a bit slower and that was one change he was going to enjoy. He looked forward to getting out and seeing more of the area once he was able. Being cooped up all the time was going to be hard. At least he wasn't alone in his suffering.
He wasn't surprised to see Jeremy already at the house when he pulled into the driveway. He got the impression that Jeremy didn't like being alone. He wasn't sure why. The man was a total mystery to him. One he hoped he would slowly figure out. The team would work best if they were close and leaned on each other for support.
As he walked into the house, he heard an old Metallica song coming from the computer room. He smiled. At least they shared a like of the same kind of music. He could tolerate almost anything, but hearing one of his favorite bands put him in a good mood.
He headed down the hallway and tapped on the open door as he watched Jeremy working on the computer.
Jeremy jumped at the sound, turning around, and smiling when he realized who it was. "Hey."
"Expecting someone else?" D teased as he made his way into the room.
"No, just focused and wasn't expecting you." Jeremy shrugged. "We're the only two with keys, so you'd think I wouldn't be so jumpy. Your hair looks much better."
"Thanks, feels a hell of a lot better too. I feel more like myself." D glanced at the computer screen, seeing still photos of a naked little boy. "Already working?"
"Yeah, figured the sooner I started getting files put together, the more evidence we'd have when this gets going. Some of this shit makes me want to run out and bang down doors the moment I find it."
D gripped Jeremy's shoulder. "It's hard, and being patient and waiting until we build a case could be the hardest part. Promise me, if things get to be too much, you'll back away, take some time off. Go watch some Disney movie or something to bring some innocence back into your mind." As he said it, he was thinking about the need to find a therapist for the team. It was one more thing he needed to discuss with Bryon. How did you find a therapist willing to listen to their fucked-up nightmares and not call the cops on them?
"Yeah, I can see how someone would need to step away for a bit. I've been at this an hour and already feel sick to my stomach." Jeremy sighed.
"Well then, how about we get to work looking for others to join us?"
"Sure, but how? It's not like we can put an ad in the paper for help wanted."
D grinned. "No, but we can look through current court cases and arrests. We are looking for anyone who has been charged with assault or murder of a sexual predator. Or, we are looking for someone abused in the past that shows violent tendencies, but not so violent they can't control them. We'll know when we find the right people." At least he hoped they would. Bryon had always been great about knowing who to approach. D wasn't as confident in his own skills.
"Okay, where do I look?" Jeremy asked.
