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HomoTech :: The Foursquare Valentine’s Day Murder

by Oscar Raymundo
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Monday Feb 14, 2011
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The day Adam joined Foursquare was the day he signed his life away. He was originally lured to check out the popular check-in app after his friends told him tales of meeting up, finding each other throughout the city, getting badges, winning deals and making new friends.

"What’s the worse that could happen?" He thought. A week later, on Valentine’s, his body was found in the empty basement of parking garage, strangled inside his own vehicle. The following is a list of the last five places he checked into before he died.


Gold’s Gym

Adam liked to work out late. It decompressed him before bed, and he never had to wait longer than fifteen minutes for a treadmill. On this particular evening, the gym cleared out earlier than usual. "The boys must all be at the Robyn concert," he figured and stayed pretty much up to closing time.

Pumped after finishing his work out, he grabbed his water bottle and strutted towards the locker room. He heard the showers going, so he figured he wasn’t alone. He went up to his locker and began to undress.

He heard the shower go off. Then, a couple of seconds later, he heard it come back on again. Two people must have just gotten off from a rendezvous in the sauna, he thought. Welcome to Gay Gym U.S.A.

Holding a towel around his waist, he made his way to the showers in the back of the locker room, expecting to see the casual lovebirds washing off after their quick fix. But there was no one there. The showers and the sauna: empty. The shower was left running.


Fasia Restaurant

The next day was Valentine’s, and he had a date with Johnny, a guy he had met a couple of months ago while browsing the LGBT section of his local bookstore. They both shared an appreciation for Edmund White. Together, they checked in to the hippest new restaurant in town, an Asian-fusion place from some Top Chef reject.

Conversation was kept casual. The restaurant was crowded with large parties, and Adam didn’t want to get too drunk.

"You seem off tonight," Johnny asked folding his white napkin across his lap. "Everything ok?"

"I feel like somebody’s been following me," Adam confessed, looking suspiciously around the large dining room, with oriental rugs on the wall.

"Who? You want to go talk to the police?"

"No, but maybe you can come spend the night, and keep me company?"


Adam’s Apartment

Adam wriggled to try and get his keys out of his tight jeans. "It’s open," Johnny turned the knob and walked in.

Something wasn’t right. Adam noticed immediately that his large glass coffee table had been turned over and shattered. He ran to his bedroom, as Johnny began dialing 911.

Adam’s room had been turned upside down. All the drawers hung brutally open, hurling bright underwear towards the floor, where more clothes laid still. Adam dashed back to the living room. Johnny was giving out information over the phone.

"Vienna?" Adam shouted and went into the kitchen. "Vienna!" One more shout. Nothing. Adam felt violated. Scared and confused.

"The cops are on their way," Johnny placed his arm around Adam.

"They didn’t take anything," he said. "But Vienna’s missing."

"Who’s Vienna?"

"My cat."

The hot cop talked to the couple sitting down on the couch. Adam gave him all the details, but couldn’t recall a single name of someone who, as the cop put it, "may have had a vendetta" against him. Aside from bitter ex-boyfriends, he didn’t have any real enemies, did he? He wanted to mention what had happened at the gym the night before, what started his recent and irrational paranoia of being followed, but decided against it. "Should I be worried?"

"It looks like a random act," the cop stood up. "But do call if anything else happens. Whatever it is, you can never be too careful. It’s strange they only took your cat. Remember: once is luck, twice is coincidence, and a third time, enemy action. You were unlucky tonight."

"We should go to bed," Johnny suggested.

"No." Adam looked towards the ground, his shit spilt all over. "I don’t want to be here."

"We’ll go to my place."

"No. I can’t be inside right now. Let’s go out."

[Follow Adam to Nightclub Stalkr, where he runs into a stranger...]



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