False Evidence: Murder Most Deadly 1 – blurb
What begins as a cursory glance at the high-rise apartment opposite soon becomes something much darker and far more dangerous. For bored accountant, Kevin Mitchell, lusting after gorgeous, muscular, Tony, in the adjacent building, builds into a life changing obsession. When Tony shows up at Kevinâ€™s apartment, bloody and bruised, Kevin offers him instant refugeâ€¦and a place in his bed. However, all is not what it seems, and the police draw a different conclusion in their hunt for a violent killer.
Kevinâ€™s fantasy drew him in more and more. His days at the office began to drag along and often left him exhausted and miserable by the end of the workday. He stopped going out to lunch with Alice, choosing instead to pack a bite to eat in order to end his day at work earlier. His evenings alone and awake ran on to well after midnight. Sleep, when it came, became fits of restlessness until it was time to get up and head to the office. He spent any spare time he had peering out the windows hoping to catch a glimpse of the stranger across the way, always craving just one more look to satisfy his unquenchable thirst before calling it a night.
Within the week, Kevin had purchased a camera and tripod. Five days later, he added a telephoto lens and other items. Before long, heâ€™d amassed a stellar collection of photographs capturing the imagines of an abstracted, young man in his prime and oblivious to the attention heâ€™d reaped from a neighboring high-rise.
The quest for satisfaction consumed Kevin, he all but ignored his responsibilities at work and at home. His actions became irresponsible, even voyeuristic, and ignited desires that he didnâ€™t know he possessed. His boss expressed dissatisfaction with his tardiness and increasing mistakes, but he made excuses for his lack of focus. Friends calling his home found nothing but an answer machine and returned calls never happened. He even gave Alice the cold shoulder when she voiced concern, but Kevin didnâ€™t care. He slipped deeper and deeper into a compulsion he didnâ€™t see, convinced all the while he could stop the spying on his neighbor at any time.
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By early May, Kevin had settled into a routine of spying on the man of his dreams, laying out a daily ritual of surveillance that played against a backdrop of reality. He knew when to catch the guy working out with free-weights in his bedroom, sunbathing on the terrace, or even when the dude might pass before the windows after taking a shower.
So it came as somewhat of a shock when the blinds across the street began opening and closing at irregular intervals and the lights in the apartment burned well into the evening hours two nights in a row. Mr. Adonis roamed freely throughout the penthouse, more frequently without a stitch of clothing on his body. Kevin surmised the manâ€™s companion had gone away for a while on a business trip, or perhaps to visit relatives.
Whatever the case, the idea and new-found impudence to introduce himself to the young man prevailed and Kevin took time off work. He cleaned his home from top to bottom and stowed the camera equipment away. He spent the next few days sunning on the terrace, hoping to catch the guyâ€™s attention, moving the floral canopy out of the way to create a clear view. Kevinâ€™s body was lean and tight, but not as muscular as he was tall. More endowed than most, he filled the tiny swimsuit he sported in hopes of catching the strangerâ€™s attention.
On the third day, Kevin finally received the acknowledgement from the man heâ€™d hoped for. A subtle nod, soon led to a flirtatious smile and movement of the manâ€™s mouth, unable to hear his words Kevin smiled and raised his hands palms skyward. The guy pointed down toward the street, an invitation that Kevin accepted with an upright thumb…