Psychic Men by Adira August

Hunt and Cam have settled into a satisfying routine of solving murders and hanging at the club, when they aren’t expressing their affection for one another. Vigorously. Then a skinny kid, who barely came up to Cam’s chin, sought them out.
“I saw my father last night,” Asher Gamble told him. “He said Jason Furney’s going to die and people will say I did it.”
Hunt frowned. The boy’s name seemed familiar. “Tell me the rest of it.”
Asher locked his gaze on Hunt’s as intractably as Cam ever had.
“My father killed my mother and my brother when I was two years old. He died in prison four years ago.”
So much for routine.