Langdon’s POVI opened the door, stepped outside, and closed the door behind me. City Manager Bray, wearing a tweed blazer, blue jeans, and wing-tipped shoes, stood before me. His demeanor was calm for a man who was being blackmailed. He cleaned up nicely when he wasn’t on his back, getting his cakes destroyed by monster dicks. For the first time, I realizedhow much he looked like Tristan. The only difference was that Tristan was leaner, taller, and didn’t have specs of gray hair in his beard. This was the first time in a while that I felt short. Tristan was 6’6, Bray Timberlake was 6’4, and I was barely 6 feet tall.“How can I help you?” I said with my hands folded in front of me.Bray stepped toward me until he was so close I could smell his minty breath.“What kind of grown-ass man fucks a nineteen-year-old college kid in the back of his car?” I took a step forward.“What kind of man cheats on his wife with a family friend, promotes him to the police chief, then calls his son a
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