Linda reported Calvin missing, but when we got to the diner, it was deserted. We found Calvin’s body on the slagheap out back, his beautiful face shot off.
Linda was crying.
“He was sleeping with all of them, that’s all I know.”
“I just gave him a job and a place to stay. He never had a home before, only foster parents.”
“So, what happened?”
“They got tired of sharing and decided their friendship was worth more than the thrills he gave them.”
“They didn’t even hide his body.”
“They thought you would think he was rubbish, too.”
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