In the lobby of Fusco’s apartment building, where Reese stands, calling the elevator, and Fusco stands, arms locked senselessly around Reese’s neck and head resting against his chest, Fusco asks, “How long have you known where I live?”

Reese runs his fingernails up and down Fusco’s back, a long and familiar scratch. “Since the day after I met you,” ( Read more... )

He finds Benton’s Rohypnol in the pocket of an old jacket when he moves from his lousy apartment to the new one Finch bought him. It’s still there, uncrushed, white and clean in its little plastic casing. His instinct is to throw it out, flush it, throw out the last reminder of that painful chapter, but what he winds up doing is tucking the pills ( Read more... )