CHAPTER XXVI: THE PUBLIC SOMETHING OR OTHER...

Drew and Dylan had filled me in and I took it they knew from experience and when we had finally met at the precinct I well understood and quickly why they had called him notorious.

Tall and slender and a ginger boy with glaringly red hair and eyes like huge blue pools, and put together like a hottie should be with charm and charisma and energy and sex appeal to spare and he just never seemed to stop. He is a human whirling dervish only out whirled by the twins but he comes in a close second.

"Hi guys," he said coming into the great room after Drew had let him in.
"Hey back," we all said in unison.
"God I need coffee," and I sent Drew to retrieve a mug of it.
"Coming right up."
"Thanks, Dylan."

Jason Remington has this ability to speak to you and make you feel you are the only thing worth squat on the planet and no I don't know how he does it, he just does. Something about the way he looks at you with the bluest most incredibly penetrating pools of energy I have ever seen...and his body just never quite seems to come to a halt. His constant movements serve to accentuate the positive, meaning his...and it is obvious without any help. If you got Jason for Christmas you would feel Santa had done right by you and then some. No, I wasn't tempted but one can't help but notice when the items on the menu are quite so colorful.

"You are welcome," and I decided fight fire with fire and looked right back as intensely. For a split second that seemed to throw the normally unflappable  Mister Remington which led me to wonder what would trigger the firearm he claims to be going off. Another time might be fun to find out. But, drat, I am always SO well behaved.  LOL.

Drew returned quickly so no chance to find out much of anything. Hahaha
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After a healthy swig of go juice aka diesel fuel aka ground nirvana aka coffee,
"Guys, I really feel I need to level with you...as much as I can, attorney-client privilege you know and all that."
"Sure," Rob said.
"Are you making headway with the murder spree thing?" he asked us.
"Not that much, why do you ask?"
"Cause while I am limited by what I can say I want to say what I can."
"Shoot," I told him and immediately stifled a giggle. Telling a Remington to shoot...

"Ok. I have a client in my position as a Public Defender, as you know."
"Yes, we know."
"Okay.  I cannot elaborate and I can't prove anything but...
I think I know who is behnd all the killings."
"So do we, Jason," Rob commented.
"Yeh?"
"Yes," I interjected.
"I do believe we are thinking the same."
"Yep," I grinnded.
"Good. I may have something for you later today. Will you be around?"
"Yes," Rob told him.
"Good, and thanks for the motor fuel. I needed it and it was superb," he said directly to me and I blushed geez and with that he left.
"Curious?"
"Absolutely. He seems to sincerely want to help."
"Yeh, I got that..." I said.

With that Rob and I went back upstairs to bed. Fuck the world and murder and shit. I need some time with my dude....and did, falling asleep again really quickly.

CONTINUE TO CHAPTER XXVII: