The daily serial fictional based on Chicago's Boystown neighborhood: Boystown series by Danny Bernardo

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15. Ur So Hawt

The familiar sound that Virgil had grown so accustomed to over the last couple of weeks chirped from his partner's pocket as they patrolled Belmont. "You're obsessed," Virgil said. "I'm gonna find this fucker," Fitz said, reaching for his phone. "Did you even use this app before you decided

15. Ur So Hawt
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The familiar sound that Virgil had grown so accustomed to over the last couple of weeks chirped from his partner's pocket as they patrolled Belmont.

"You're obsessed," Virgil said.

"I'm gonna find this fucker," Fitz said, reaching for his phone.

"Did you even use this app before you decided to go rogue?"

"Gross man." Fitz scrolled through his phone.

"Anything good?"

"Just more partnered guys looking only for chat sending me dick pics."

"Gross. Maybe you should change your picture again."

"Yeah, skinny twink doesn't seem to be working." Fitz scrolled through the stock of photos he'd collected for his case.

"That one! If I were gay, I'd totally do him!"

Fitz changed the profile pic to a muscular Abercrombie wannabe making duckface in a bathroom mirror. "And now... we wait."

Three drunken Wrigleyville fights and a mugging later, Virgil and Fitz unwound with a cup of coffee at the Dunkin Donuts on Belmont and Clark.

"I tell ya man, we need to get off the beat," Virgil said, slipping his shoes off.

"It's beginning to feel like I'm chasing windmills man," Fitz said, taking a long sup of coffee.

"How long ago did you take the detective entrance exam?"

"Almost three years."

"Give it time man. You're like the smartest guy I know. You always trust your gut and it's always right."

"Thanks brother." The oh so familiar chirp of Grindr sounded from Fitz's pocket. A message from a guy who looked a lot like his high school math teacher waited for him. He briskly ignored it and scanned the nearby profiles.

"Holy fuck," Fitz said.

"What?"

"It's him,." Fitz said, showing him a picture of a muscular torso. "It's JacksonMaxium."

"Fuck! Say something."

Fitz weighed it for a moment. This was the moment, he could get this guy if he played it smart. Played it cool. Played it right.

"Sup dude. ur so hawt," Fitz messaged.

And instantly, JacksonMaxium disappeared. Fitz had been blocked.

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