Excerpt: It' s Always The Cute Ones

He dragged himself back from the memory, unwilling to face the rest of it right that moment. Instead he smiled at the police officer. "Besides," he drawled. "Why would I put myself in such a compromising position?" The double entendre was not unintentional. "Especially since a few moments after waking up the police bash through the door to arrest me. From an anonymous tip?" Scorn dripped from his words.

Even as he said it, Colby was struck by the complete cliché of it all. "That old herring smells worse than me after a hard workout. If it was a book, the publisher would have laughed and tossed it out the window. 'Handsome industrialist and well-known playboy found with dead hooker in bed.'" He paused. "The poor boy was a hooker, right? Well, hustler, whatever you want to call him."