Casanova – Chapter Eighteen

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Chapter Eighteen

Friday: February 19, 2027
1:24 AM; CLINSTONE; THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, NURSERY

Bo carefully laid Castor in his crib, lingering for a moment before taking a small step backward. Castor didn’t stir. One corner of Bo’s mouth lifted. He turned up the volume on the baby monitor and walked out of the nursery, silently closing the door behind him. He headed back into the kitchen and grabbed his phone from the counter. He shut off the lights in the house and headed back to his bedroom.

Although he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep anytime soon, he changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed. Hati jumped up with him, laying down and throwing a possessive leg over his legs. Bo smiled faintly, reaching down to pat her head. He pulled a book from the nightstand drawer and leaned back against the headboard. He opened the book just as Acamas jumped onto his lap.

Less than three pages later, his phone dinged with a text. He unlocked his screen and opened the message.

Jensen: You asleep yet?

Bo: Nope

Bo’s phone rang, Jensen’s name flashing across the screen. A smile tugged at one corner of Bo’s mouth as he accepted the call and pressed his phone to his ear. “Good morning, love.”

“Mm, good morning.” Jensen sighed. “I can’t sleep.”

“Me, neither.”

“We’re totally hopeless, you and me.”

Bo chuckled softly. “I know, Jens.”

“How’s Cas?”

“Asleep in his own crib, surprisingly.”

“Awesome. Grayson?”

“Fed, changed, and sound asleep.”

“The girls?”

“They’ve been asleep since around ten,” Bo said.

“Good.” Jensen cleared his throat. “Wanna be a total loser and talk till we fall asleep?” he asked.

Bo smiled, closing his eyes. “Yeah, Jens, I think I’d love that.”

8:03 AM; CLINSTONE POLICE DEPARTMENT, LAB

Bo walked into the lab, lifting his satchel over his head. He set it on the table, flipping back the flap and unpacking his laptop and notebooks. He lifted his head as he heard footsteps behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Jensen’s watch as he set two cups of coffee on the table. Before Bo could turn around, Jensen wrapped his arms around the blonde.

Bo smiled softly. “Morning, Jens.”

“Morning,” Jensen murmured. He pressed a kiss to Bo’s shoulder. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

“Good.” Jensen pulled away from the blonde, allowing him to turn around. The younger man moved his hands to Bo’s face and leaned down to kiss him. “I brought you coffee.”

“I see that. Thank you.”

“Mmhmm. Both boys are in the daycare?”

“Surprisingly,” Bo said with a nod. “Tom say anything else about our prisoner?”

“Nope. He’s all silent and broody,” Jensen said.

The blonde snorted. “Understandable. He’s probably trying to decide which one of us is a liar; me or Andrew Walker.”

“Well, Walker’s clearly the liar.”

Bo lifted his shoulders. “We both could be. He might be innocent, and I might be wrong. It might not be someone he knows at all,” he said.

“If that was the case, why the hell would he confess on live TV?” Jensen asked.

“Why do people do anything crazy? People confess to being the Zodiac Killer or DB Cooper all the time. It’s their fifteen minutes of fame,” Bo said. “Some people even do it to try to make money.”

“By selling their stories to news outlets.”

“Bingo.”

“Well, that’s fucking stupid.”

“I won’t deny that,” Bo agreed, “but people aren’t notorious for being intelligent.”

“Well… yeah.”

Bo leaned back against the table, clearing his throat as he crossed his arms over his chest. “We have to go to Chesterwick, talk to the bartender that worked on the fifteenth.”

Or, I call him and make him come to us,” Jensen suggested.

“You could that. I don’t mind either way.”

“Sweet. I’m gonna go call him down here. I’ll be back in a few.”

Bo smiled faintly. “All right, Jens. I’ll be here.”

“Mm.” Jensen pressed a kiss to Bo’s forehead before snagging his coffee cup and leaving the lab. Bo watched him leave before sitting down at the table. He flipped open his notebook, his blue eyes skimming the information he’d written on the pages within.

The Casanova had come to Clinstone to kill again. Two victims in, and he’d taken another little break for himself.

Why?


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