In the worst serial killer crime spree in Seattle's history since the Green River murderer, the 'Dragon' is hunting young Asian men as his victims. FBI Agent Robbie Taylor has been assigned to use his skills as a psychic to help solve the case and find out the identity of the madman. Seattle Police Officer Dave Harris, a rookie black cop meets up with the handsome FBI agent on one of the gruesome crime scenes. The two are immediately sexually attracted to each other and begin a secret affair that keeps them sane in the middle of all the madness. As the corpses keep piling up, their passion and love grow. Will they outwit the Dragon? Or will he get away with murder? The two men hope they survive the battle of wits and come out of the crisis alive.
ust as he began to doze off on the couch the phone rang. He jumped startled, then hopped up to answer it. "Hello?"
Instantly his skin covered in goose bumps. Laughing nervously, he replied, "Hey, Robbie."
"You called? I just walked in and got my messages."
"I...I just wanted to say hello. If you're busy"
"Not busy at all. Hello."
Dave could hear the smile in his voice. He felt completely tongue tied and anxious. "So, uh, crazy case, isn't it?"
"You don't want to talk about that."
"I keep forgetting you can read my mind," Dave laughed, then sat down at the kitchen table and toyed with the phone cord nervously.
"I can't wait to get my hands on you. You are absolutely fantastic."
"Wow. I never thought I was."
"You are. Believe me. You lift weights, right?"
"A little," Robbie answered with skepticism in his voice. "How much you bench press?"
"Two-eighty. Forget that. So, Monday night? After shift? You want me to stop by?"
"I do. There's a parking garage under the building. As you get close, call me and I'll open the gate for you and show you where to park."
"Oh. Cool. Should I bring anything? Beer?"
"Beer...rubbers...lube...and whatever else you like."
"Christ, I have to buy lube?" Dave laughed. "You buy the lube, I'll get the rubbers."
"Okay, babe. I know this is your first time."
"Not my first."
"No? You ever have a boyfriend before?"
Hating to be wrong about something like this, Dave didn't answer.
After a pause Robbie said, "You've had sex with women, you mean."
"Yes. That's what I meant. Stop reading my damn mind!" Dave laughed again.
"I'll bet you can read mine."
At the seductive nature of the comment, Dave replied, "Yeah. You want my cock."
"See. It's not that hard is it?"
"Wrong. It's very hard." When he heard Robbie burst out laughing on the other end, he wanted him tonight. Now.
"I would come, babe, but I'm very tired."
"Stop it!" Dave teased. "You know this can be very dangerous!"
"I promise I won't intrude on your deepest darkest thoughts. Or at least I won't tell you about them."
"On that note," Dave smiled as he said, "Good night, Agent Taylor. See you Monday night."
"I'll be there. Hopefully we won't meet up at another scene earlier, but if we do, so be it."
Cringing at going to yet another massacre of a young man, Dave's good mood vanished. "Hopefully not."
"Don't worry. You won't dream about it. Get some sleep."
"Thanks. See ya soon." He hung up and stared at the phone. "I better not dream about it," he warned himself. Then, he reclined again on the sofa and stared at the idiot box, trying not to think dreadful thoughts.