You’ve Heard Of Zodiac, Bundy, And B.T.K. Now It’s Time You Heard About The Daylight Savings Time Killer.

I slid my hand on top of Bryce’s as we both went for the last sip of the bottle at the same time. I left it there.

The look Bryce immediately shot me answered the question. His father’s fears were baseless. I swiftly left the house without a word and headed back out into the cold.

I braced against the cold while wondering if Christopher would cut my pay in half if I called him up and told him I already found out Bryce was not gay. Maybe I should make sure I had work to do on Saturday night as well?

I didn’t have much time to think though. Just a couple of blocks away from the frat house where Bryce shunned me, a police spotlight shinned in my eyes. I looked up from the sidewalk to see an officer smiling next to the spotlight in his hand.

“Landon Carlson?”

I recognized the voice as soon as I heard it as belonging to Peter Beagil and it was only a matter of minutes before we were catching up over beer and slices of pizza at a late night diner near campus.

“What the hell are you doing walking around in Madison?” Peter asked from behind his beer.

“I’m working, but the job is so bizarre you probably wouldn’t even believe me if I told you what it is.”

“Try me, and I will tell you my job, it might be even weirder.”

I liked Peter. Usually bumping into someone I grew up with in the middle of the night while working a shady job was my worst nightmare, but this wasn’t bad. Peter and I were in the same class in high school in Sheboygan and he was one of the few people who was genuinely nice to the only clearly gay boy in the entire school. It had been more than five years since I last saw him in the halls of our high school, but he still instantly made me feel at ease and treated me as if we were better friends, or acquaintances than we really were.

I took a deep breath before I began.

“So… a private investigator hired me to basically be some kind of gay lure for a kid who goes to school here because his dad is a local politician and wants to covertly find out if his son is gay or not.”

I looked down at my greasy pizza, ashamed.

“Okay, I’ll beat that and offer you a better job at the same time. This is going to sound made up, but I’m working on tracking down this serial killer, The Daylight Saving Killer.”

I fought against the urge to laugh.

“You can laugh, it’s okay, I know it’s ridiculous. But I am serious about this.”

I looked into Peter’s blue eyes and saw true conviction there.

“And based on what you told me you are doing in this town, I think you might be able to help me. Can I show you something?”

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