Brian sat in the loft; he had been trying to talk to Justin all day with no luck. He had been no use at work, unable to concentrate on anything because he was too worried about Justin, so he had finally gone home. He knew that no matter what Justin always answered his phone or called him right back. He had called maybe 60 times since early morning; no answer.

It was that "friend" Michelle that concerned him greatly; there was something off about her. And now she had taken Justin for a surprise fun day and he had just disappeared?

A sudden notice that he had received a text jolted him from his concern as he quickly glanced down and read the message: I'm busy – talk to you later.

Rather than easing his concern, however, it merely heightened it as his stomach churned; he knew something was wrong. He began to pace back and forth in the loft, thinking that there must be something he could do…. He couldn't just sit here, fretting over what was going on.

And then it hit him; Justin had one of those apps on his iphone that let you trace his whereabouts if the phone was ever stolen! He rushed over to his computer and typed in a Google search for "app stolen iphone" and quickly found the name and company that produced it. A few minutes later, the information in hand, he grabbed his keys and rushed out the door…

He arrived at the company building shortly afterward; as he entered the lobby, he noticed a young blond woman sitting at the reception desk…

Ok, Kinney, it's time to use what God has been given you.

Swaggering up to her, he smiled at the young woman; secretly pleased that she was clearly very attracted to him as she smiled shyly back and blushed as she fidgeted in her seat.

"Hi, there… Mindy," Brian greeted her as he looked at her name tag.

"Hi… hello, Sir, what can I do for you?" she stammered, trying to sound professional which was pretty hard since "God" himself was talking to her; she couldn't stop trying to push her boobs in Brian's direction in a not-so-blatant attempt to get his attention.

"Well, Mindy, I have a huge problem and I'm praying to God that you will help me," Brian drawled as he leaned over her desk and stared into her eyes with the look he knew would normally get him anything he wanted.

"Anything you need" she responded to his delight, subconsciously leaning forward so she could be closer to him and thinking how beautiful this man was; it was even hard for her to breathe at the moment.

"Well, you see my wife of two years is cheating on me," Brian whispered with a depressed look in his eyes. "I finally thought I had found the right girl, but then she broke my heart," he explained to her with a sad look on his face.

Mindy was totally mesmerized and immediately felt sorry for him; if it had been HER, she would have jumped off a cliff if this man had told her to. Was the other woman an idiot?

"She left me last night," Brian added as Mindy reached for his hand.

"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry."

Brian gave her hand a little squeeze and nodded solemnly, inwardly thrilled that she was buying his spiel, hook, line, and sinker.

"What can I do to help you…?" she asked with concern in her eyes, her hand still tingling from where he had grasped it.

Brian sat on the edge of her desk as he stated, "Well, you see I left my phone in her car and I was wondering if you could maybe tell me the location. I mean, I just want to know why she left and what I did wrong. I always treated her so well!" He sighed heavily. "Why am I so unlovable?" he asked her mournfully, having to bite his tongue over his cheesy lines. It was necessary, though, to accomplish what he so desperately needed.

Mindy heart broke over the tone in this man's voice; how could she not help the man? "What's your number?" she asked him with a sympathetic smile.

In secret jubilation, Brian recited Justin's number to her; when she wrote down the location a few seconds later, he thanked her by giving her a hug, leaving her totally in love with him and with no way of knowing she would never see or hear from him again.

Brian smirked as he left the building, secretly congratulating himself on his Oscar-winning performance. As soon as he entered his car, his hurriedly put the coordinates into his GPS, his heart beginning to pound in anticipation. Finally, he would be able to know what was going on.

"I'm coming, Sunshine, just hold on," Brian murmured as he quickly drove away.

Brian drove for two and a half hours until he arrived at an old, abandoned-looking building. Normally he would have thought he had probably arrived at the wrong place if he hadn't seen the car parked by the front entrance, looking decidedly out of place next to the weeds and other signs of neglect. Frowning, he emerged from the car and slipped inside. He saw pictures on the floor and a lot of blood splatters, instantly increasing his fears anew; what the hell had he just walked into?

"Justin?" he called out loud. "Are you in here?"

His heart began to pound when suddenly he heard someone running; Justin appeared seemingly out of nowhere as he quickly grabbed his arm and began to drag him toward the entrance. His lover's eyes were wild with panic as he screamed, "Oh my god, Brian, you have to go…NOW!"

"Justin, what is going on?" Brian demanded, freaked out not only from the look Justin was giving him but the sight of Justin's pants covered with blood; his cheek had blood splotches on it, too, and in his free had he was holding a gun!