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Epilogue It’s been a month since I last had a gun pulled on me. After a thorough investigation by Long Beach Police and the Securities and Exchange Commission, Brian Davenport was formally charged with multiple counts of securities fraud, one count of racketeering, and one count of attempted murder. Todd Evans was charged with securities fraud, attempted murder, and multiple counts of breaking and entering. Thanks to the spreadsheet, the SEC had enough evidence to go after the other
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Chapter 30 Over the next hour, what seemed like a ton of police officers arrived at the pier. No wonder why taxes were so high; it took a few dozen officers to secure a crime scene. A team hauled spotlights that illuminated the Pier and the surrounding beach, turning the night into day. Some officers took photographs; others scoured the pier and the paved trail for evidence. Brian and Todd were nowhere insight. I assumed they had been properly mirandized and hauled off to the station fo
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Chapter 29 Something told me the fist pounding at my door was attached to someone who wanted the smartphone back. Was it Todd or Brian? I flipped the light switch in my room off and prayed my visitor hadn't noticed the sudden change in illumination. Using the light emitting from the monitor of the computer screen to see, I grabbed the smartphone and shoved it in my pocket, then pulled the memory card out of the reader and slipped the card into my sock. I heard glass shatter and I knew
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Chapter 28 When I arrived home, I did a quick sweep of all the rooms to be sure Todd hadn’t visited me while I was away. Nothing looked disturbed and I didn't get any vibes my personal space had been violated since last I was home. I ran back to the front door and double checked that the door was locked, then went to my room to start my work. There were two things I wanted to get done before going to bed. The first was to call Sandy to see if Todd's name was familiar from her time as
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Chapter 27 When I woke up on Sunday, it was seven in the morning. I had a tinge of a headache and was still wearing the street clothes I had on the night before. My wallet was thrown carelessly on the floor next to my shoes and socks. I must have passed out and Brian had to put me in bed. I hoped he wasn’t disgusted by my excessive drinking. My clothes smelled horrible, so I stripped and crawled into one of Brian's robes. I found Brian sitting at his breakfast nook. He had already
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Chapter 26 In the morning when I woke, Brian was no longer in bed. I did a quick check under the sheets. Sure enough, I was still wearing my boxers, a good sign that I didn't let my hormones take control of the night. I rummaged through his closet and found a robe. I threw it on and it was far too big for me. But it was better than running around in my skivvies. Brian was sitting at his breakfast nook sipping coffee and surfing the internet on his laptop. I walked up behind him and
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Chapter 25 Friday had the next hurdle I needed to get past. The first hurdle was trying to help Ana move forward in her career. She was now registered to start a class towards her cosmetology license, which was hopefully the first step in the right direction. Now, I had to worry about my own career. Trevor was scheduled to come in today for his final workout and weigh-in before his wedding day. This was his last hurrah, to see if he hit his weight loss goal. For me, it meant proving th
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Chapter 24 On Thursday morning, I woke up from a deep sleep to the sound of my cell phone ringing. Waking up on my regular schedule was never an easy process for me, usually taking at least five or ten minutes until I was fully functional. But waking up earlier than usual by the ringing of a phone was so much worse. I looked at the phone's screen. It was someone from Sports Courts. I glanced at my alarm clock, hoping that I hadn’t overslept for work. It was only a quarter after six.
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Chapter 23 On Wednesday, I had only two clients scheduled for training sessions. I expected to have most of the day to sit at my desk and figure out how the lesson Sandy had given me on front-running might apply to Todd. I really should have done that right after I saw Sandy on Tuesday, but she overloaded me with information and I needed a little distance to maintain my sanity. My plans were foiled when a mass shipment of workout gear and nutritional supplements arrived. The usual rou
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Chapter 22 On Tuesday morning, I woke up before my alarm went off. I was still excited about my find from the previous night. Sandy was a smart cookie and a trusted friend. If there was anyone who could help me understand investment scams, it would definitely be Sandy. I had an appointment with Trevor in the morning. He was still high from our conversation and his workout was stronger than ever. At the end of our session, I reminded Trevor that he was scheduled for a training sessio
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Chapter 21 On Monday morning, while I trotted alongside one of my clients on a treadmill, the thought of Todd getting away with the break-in at St. Theresa's Thrift Shop gnawed away at my gut. I was sure Todd broke into the Thrift Shop to try to get his smartphone back. But from the conversation I had with Sister Ann Marie, it didn't sound like the police were planning to pursue a full investigation of the crime. It was a closed case for them. Who could blame them? No clues were left
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Chapter 20 On Sunday, I woke up at eight and got ready for my day with Brian. While I showered, I thought about my visit to St. Theresa's. The phone was clearly important to Todd – important enough for him to break in and try to retrieve it. I needed to figure out what information was on it that would drive him to burglarize a church. I had already tried replacing the battery, which was a dead end. It was probably time to take the phone to a tech expert, someone who could figure out why
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Chapter 19 When I got back to the house, I pulled the lawn mower out of the garage. Living with my parents was rent free, but there were a few self-imposed chores that came with the deal. My parents never asked me to help out, but it was my little way of feeling like I contributed to our household. I attached the bag to the electric mower and started the battery. Physical activity always helped me think, so while I trimmed the front yard, I processed my conversation with Kimberly. No
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Dead Fit is a contemporary gay novel that blends a coming-of-age story with a suspenseful mystery. Jaysen Marshall, personal trainer, just graduated from college and is eager to start the next part of his life. With school behind him and a promising career in front of him, Jaysen embraces the spirit of a new beginning by coming out.
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Chapter 18 I left my house a quarter before ten on Saturday morning to pickup Ana and then we headed over to G1 Salon and Spa for her job shadowing experience. G1 was one of Long Beach's high end salon and spas. Actually, G1 was Long Beach's only high end salon and spa. It was located on Naples, an extremely wealthy island of Long Beach, and the neighborhood where people could most likely afford the overpriced services. Needless to say, G1 wasn't a place I frequented. “I’m a littl
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Chapter 17 Friday was a typical work day for me – nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. Just the way I like them. After the last few days, I was ready for some normalcy in my life. I saw Brian working out with Xavier sometime in the morning, but I was too busy to make googly eyes at him. And sometime in the afternoon, Trevor came in for a workout. He was in reasonably good spirits and we had a productive session. Trevor was still harboring guilt for getting me in trouble wit
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Chapter 16 On Thursday morning, Ana’s mood was back to normal. She was one of those resilient types who could recover from just about anything. All she needed was a little time. This was another quality I wish I possessed. Instead, I tended to brood over matters, analyzing issues over and over. Case in point, the issue of how I was going to find out the truth about Todd. It was tough trying to concentrate on my desk work, so I was grateful that my morning was completed booked with t
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Chapter 15 When I got to the gym on Wednesday morning, Ana half-heartedly greeted me, her typical pep noticeably absent. “What's the matter, Ana?” “I taught an aerobics class yesterday afternoon after you went home sick. It didn’t go so well.” “Who did you teach with?” “No one, I taught the class by myself.” “By yourself? Really,” I asked. “Yea, I taught the class by myself,” Ana said. “It was a disaster. The class hated me. I didn’t know what I was doing. I jus
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Chapter 14 When I arrived at the gym on Tuesday morning, something in my gut told me I should just turn around and go home. No obvious signs of imminent trouble were present, so of course, like always, I ignored my gut and marched forward. At ten, I had a training session with Trevor. When he came in, there was something visibly wrong. When I saw him the previous day, he looked physically tired. But today, he looked plain unhealthy. “I have a confession for you,” Trevor said. Uh
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Chapter 13 When Brian came into the gym on Monday morning for his session with Xavier, our eyes connected for a split second. I felt a flash of heat. Brian smiled, as though he was feeling the same. I hoped no one noticed. Trevor came in for a workout during his lunch break. He didn’t have an appointment with me, but to give him encouragement, I offered to weigh him in when he was through with his workout. For most clients, I would never suggest getting on a scale more than once a m
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Chapter 12 I woke up Sunday morning to the sound of my parents scurrying about the house, packing for their trip. I crawled out of my bed and looked in the mirror on my dresser, making sure I didn't have any hickeys on my neck or bite marks on my ears. When I was sure there was no physical residual on my body from the previous night's activities, I went outside to see if my parents needed any help. “Another late Saturday night? Was it with your friend from the gym,” my mom asked.
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Chapter 11 On Saturday afternoon, I ran to Target to pick up a shirt appropriate for Brian’s thematic party. I already had khaki shorts, so all I needed was a tropical shirt. Target's selection was on the skimpy side, but eventually I found a knock-off of a Tommy Bahama button-up. It was a little on the flamboyant side and not something I would choose to wear everyday, but it would do just fine for the party and for my wallet. When I left the house in the early evening, my parents wer
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Chapter 10 On Friday morning, my mom was up bright and early preparing for her day of delivering donations. By the time I had showered and dressed for work, Jeannette Parkerson, another of the Red Hat officers, was already sitting in our kitchen, drinking coffee and talking to my mom about their plan of attack. “Good morning, Mrs. Parkerson,” I said and gave her a hug. “Well, Jaysen, you just keep getting more and more handsome. I'll tell you, several of the Red Hat ladies have dau
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Chapter 9 Trevor met me at the gym first thing in the morning on Thursday. We went through a pretty rigorous workout and when the hour was through, Trevor asked if he could extend his session for another half hour. “I was really inspired by your pep talk last week, about changing my diet up a little for better results. I’ve been sticking to your recommendations all week and I’m feeling pretty good.” “That’s great, Trevor. You’re in luck; I don’t
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Chapter 8 I did well on Tuesday convincing myself I wasn't nervous for my second date with Brian. But by Wednesday morning, the nerves kicked in again. Almost all day at work I was fidgety, and as expected, Ana noticed. I played it off as midweek boredom, but she knew I was holding back information from her. After work, I made a pit stop at home to clean up and change into something a little more appropriate for a date. I drove over to Brian's condo and when
