you tell me what you know about them?"

Jack leaned forward, the well-built body now apparent, tensing against the fine fabric of the suit, the voice taking on a dangerous edge as he punctuated each word, "By right the Janus Diamonds belong to me!" Then, as if the wind gradually went out of him, Jack drew back, his voice dropping to an almost inaudibly wistful tone, "It's only one rock, you know. It was called that because it was cut to seem like two diamonds fused together." Jack looked away even as he continued, "Flawless. Colorless. A pristine balance of fire and light. My great, great, great grandfather had it set in silver as an engagement ring for my great, great, great grandmother. My family was forced to…relinquish it with utmost reluctance during the Depression."

"Another piece." Cavanaugh opened the folder and looked through his notes. "The Pearl of Isis, since you like pearls. You know its current owners, I believe, the Arnaults in Paris."

"Yes, I understand it was last owned by the Arnaults." Jack pushed back on his chair, spreading his legs apart and added, "Tacky people. Parvenus, you understand."

"And it was mere coincidence then that you were in Paris at the exact same time the pearl disappeared?" He cleared his throat as his eyes trained on the bulge between Jack's legs, finding no sign of an underwear and making out the obvious outline of the thick tube of his cock and its prominent head.

"Correction detective," Jack protested. "I was in Monaco at the exact same time the ring disappeared. And there was a surfeit of witnesses at the casino to support my claim. I'm sure the local gendarmes put that in their report."

"Yes, they did," Cavanaugh confirmed while wetting his lips. "Although they remain convinced you took it. You were at a party given by the Arnaults the week prior, weren't you?"

"I happened to have been there as the guest of a very gorgeous, very hunky German prince." Jack was smiling again. "Nobody says no to Hans," he confided in a suggestive way, as if Hans held some relevance to the line of questioning.

"Unfortunately the poor boy's in worse financial straits than even I, so he couldn't really maintain me in the manner to which I am accustomed."

The mention of another man triggered Cavanaugh's sense of competition. He knew he was packing two hundred pounds of serious beef, chiseled to granite hardness by every day work outs. He involuntarily flexed his firmly muscled chest, aware that his nipples were protruding through the tight shirt. "Yet somehow you always seem to manage."

"I do, don't I?" Jack’s eyes flickered briefly to Cavanaugh’s wide pecs while the expanse of his thighs tantalizingly spread and closed slowly.

"And at this party, while you were in the house, you didn't happen to..."

"Case the joint?" Jack interjected. "More like criticize the joint. The house was way overdone, I assure you. Gold everywhere. And if they had the even more galling bad taste to misplace the Pearl of Isis, serves them right."

"Still, you never said you didn't take it," he clarified, now staring blatantly at Jack's increasingly visible cock and feeling his own growing rapidly.

"I didn't take it," Jack flatly stated.

He reluctantly tore his eyes away from Jack's heavy cock, now straining against the trousers, and tried another course, "What is it that