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Initially, friends thought the exotic dancer had taken a vacation on a whim but the involvement of his family and subsequent appeals for him to make contact failed to produce any further information.
Yuck to the terminology
He lingered, touching places where he knew Luke's hands must have touched—handles, cutlery, the bills on the table.
The afternoon passed pleasantly in the end and he left with the passcode for the alarm system, an imprint of Luke's house keys, and a half bag of pretzels that Luke foisted on him at the last minute.
Remy was relieved but also a little disappointed in Luke. He thought he'd be more careful. Or at least be more of a challenge. Still, the thrill of being able to dive deep into Luke's private world didn't hurt.
If he had more time—or maybe if this wasn't so important—he might have stripped naked and made himself comfortable in Luke's bed, rubbed himself off against the sheets perhaps. But this was important.
Methodically, he pulled out the wireless cameras, and laid them in a grid. Each one was about an inch square with a tiny lens at the front and an antenna at the back. Remy had sprung for a slightly better quality model this time around.
The cameras had some audio capability but he added a couple of bugs just in case.
He made time to use Luke's toothbrush—fellating it until he was hard—and took a couple of small things from the laundry basket.
When Luke took a swig from his bottle, Remy did the same with his tea. Echoing the action felt right, making a connection like that.
Was he the sort of guy that Luke's brother would even get along with? He could be. Given enough time, Remy could be anyone he put his mind to.
He passed the time while Luke went to get a sandwich by pulling up some old surveillance footage of Luke watering his garden. Remy fucked his fist as he watched, coming with a grunt into a Kleenex that he promptly bagged—thankful for tinted windows, and being able to keep tabs on his DNA.
"What? A psychopathic serial killer can't be a good friend?" Luke smirked over at him. "It is 2019, you know."
"I think your anger management issues are showing."
