BREAKFALL Complete Fall Trilogy Collection by Olivette Devaux

Author:Olivette Devaux
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay mm romance, Fall Trilogy, veteran navy karate, surfer geek aikido, friends to lovers HEA, sexual assault recovery revenge, crime drama PTSD recovery, friends family heartwarming
Publisher: Mugen Press
Published: 2020-04-26T00:00:00+00:00

ON THE SIXTH DAY AFTER dinner, Sean walked out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel. The place smelled of lemon detergent and tomato sauce and isolation. Asbjorn wasn’t sitting on the sofa with Adrian and Don, and Sean didn’t feel like settling down. He just leaned against the door jamb, kitchen towel in his hands, curious to see what was on the news.

The newscasters were frantic with excitement at the sensational, terrible, and grotesque floater that had washed up with the tide.

The special report said that the dead man had spent almost a week in the water, and after such a long time, nature’s scavengers would not allow him to go to waste. It was impossible to tell what he looked like alive, with the skin and most of his flesh eaten off by crabs in the tidal zone, but a forensic reconstruction of his face yielded a clay model with narrow eyes set close together and a broad, flat nose. The floater was killed on dry land, as indicated by the absence of seawater in his lungs.

The extent of his wounds and exact nature of the murder weapon was difficult to determine due to decay of flesh and predation of wildlife on the dead body, but his trunk was severed on a diagonal that stretched from his left clavicle to the floating ribs of his opposite side. His spine was left intact. His right hand was missing, with both the tibia and the ulna severed with clinical precision two inches above the wrist. Evidence pointed to a cut, or cuts, executed by a long, sharp blade.

Both the wildlife and the elements had spared his left hand, which had been dipped into several layers of red latex paint before he was dumped into the Atlantic. Even though the floater’s soft tissue had been eaten beyond recognition, the latex paint preserved two fingerprints. Somebody cared enough for the world could identify the body, and the method was consistent with the newly emergent hierarchy of the Boston underworld.

The floater was identified as Frank Pettel, a key participant in the infamous Christmas Jailbreak.

Sean’s breath hitched as he processed the information.

He was gone, the perp was dead.

The boogeyman no longer lived under his bed and the target between Sean’s shoulder blades was fading with every moment. It could be a mistake. Maybe he shouldn’t relax just yet – lots of people floated in on the tide as the Boston underworld shifted its ethnic hierarchies. He looked at Adrian and Don. They were both staring at him, as though they were savoring his reaction.

“Feels pretty good, doesn’t it,” Don murmured. His expression was deadpan and at odds with his words.

“Let’s confirm all that with the police. I’ll call Mark,” Adrian said as he stood and reached for his phone.

Sean inhaled. The air tasted clean and free and plentiful as his diaphragm expanded, letting him savor every molecule. His exhale washed away all kinds of worry and tension and grief.

“Nope, he isn’t picking up,” Adrian said, fired off a quick text, and put his phone back on the table.

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