Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Furi was in the little room for almost a half an hour before the door finally opened. Finally. He took in the young Detective’s appearance. Blond, blue eyes with an innocent face that was every mother’s dream and every gay man’s wet dream. Compact muscles could be seen through his white and gray shirt. His dark jeans fit nice, too nice over his round ass. Furi looked his fill before letting his gaze travel upward. A drop dead gorgeous smile was surrounded by pretty pink lips. Oh man was he pretty, and the way he was looking at Furi, he had to be gay.
A light brown eyebrow rose, followed by a deep, easy chuckle. “You like what you see?”
“Yes. I’m not blind. But I prefer a stronger jaw, someone a little darker.” Furi smirked right back. Where the hell had he gotten all this bravado from? He usually wasn’t so blunt, but it felt good. He was finally coming into his own. The way his dad had urged him to before he’d passed.
“Stronger and darker, huh? No shit.” The man looked behind him into the one-way mirror, smiling broadly, making Furi wonder who was behind it.
“I’m Detective Ronowski. I’m the First Officer of a narcotics task force based in this precinct. Thank you for coming down tonight.”
“Well it wasn’t by choice. I will say your errand boys could use a refresher course in charm and courtesy,” Furi said with little venom.
“Errand boys? Oh, you mean Green and Ruxs.” Ronowski laughed again. It was a melodic sound that had Furi leaning back and enjoying it. “Those errand boys are very skilled men, maybe not in charm, but definitely in hand-to-hand combat. Just in case someone doesn’t want to come willingly. But I’m sure you didn’t give them any trouble.”
“No, I didn’t. Anyway, how long is this going to take?” Furi asked, checking his watch again. Damnit.
“Got a hot date?” Ronowski smiled, looking at the window again.
“Something like that. Who’s behind that glass?”
“My boss.” Ronowski shot him that sexy grin again.
“Well this is fun, but can we move it along?”
“Of course.” The detective opened a thin file and looked over a few notes before he asked his first question. “How long have you been performing for Illustra?”
“About nine months.” Furi would only answer the questions with straightforward answers. He wasn’t going to elaborate.
“You know why we asked you’re here, right?”
“Yeah, 'cause Starman was killed.” Furi shook his head. It still made him sad to say it out loud.
“That’s right. How well did you know him?”
“Just in passing. When I was there to film, he was sometimes finishing up or starting a scene.”
“Did he ever mention any problems he was having?”
“No. I didn’t talk to him much, and when I did it was usually about my tattoos or his. We didn’t have much in common, I guess. Starman was a ladies' man. I’m a man’s man.” Furi laughed humorlessly.
“Did you ever see Starman doing drugs?”
“No.”
“Do you?” Ronowski had a damn good poker face. Furi didn’t know what he was looking for.
“No, never. Sometimes the performers do ecstasy or take Viagra, but I’ve never taken either, nor did I see Starman. Like I said, I never performed with him.
“I see you never did any movies with women. But do you get along with them?”
Furi thought about that question. He needed to tell the truth. He wasn’t popular with the ladies right now. “I thought I got along with them. They’ve been acting a little more hostile towards me lately.”
“How so?”
“Just real bitchy is all. The owner of Illustra, Mack, is always trying to get me to do a scene with a woman. I keep declining. I can’t and won’t have sex with a woman. No amount of Viagra can keep me hard enough for that.”
Ro laughed again, nodding his head like he understood.
“The last offer Mack came up with was for me to do a movie with Sasha Pain. Well, there was a communication screw up because everyone thought I was going to do it. I heard she’d posted comments about it on her website.”
Ro was writing quickly while Furi talked.
“I’m not on social media, but I hear she made some pretty nasty comments when the shoot was cancelled. I will tell you though, I just found out today that instead of my friend Doug filling in for me, Mack put Starman in instead. I think she was really pissed. At me though, not at Starman.
Ronowski kept going, “So you only do solos.”
Furi didn’t know if that was a question or a statement so he didn’t say anything.
“Are you waiting to see if Illustra will eventually branch out into gay movies too?”
What the hell type of questioning is this? What does that have to do with Starman’s murder?
“Hell, no. I don’t care what Illustra does from now on. I’m quitting in a couple weeks. Doug and I are finally going to open our own garage. I did what I had to do to earn my share of the start-up costs.” Furi thought the questions were way off course. If this detective was hitting on him, he was ready to get back to the pub. “Do you have any other questions about Starman, 'cause I really need to go.”