Dan Sharp Mysteries 4-Book Bundle (53 page)

Dan whistled. “Hey! How come you know so much about Lewis? He’s not a jazz artist.”

Donny raised a finger in warning. “Jerry Lee Lewis is a very cool guy and don’t give me any grief over it.”

“I was thirteen when I had sex with my first boyfriend,” Domingo said. “He was in his twenties.”

“It’s an island thing,” Donny said.

“That’s right.” Domingo smiled. “The women came later.”

Donny turned to Dan. “How old were you when you first had sex with another man?”

“Twelve.”

“And he was older, yes? I seem to recall something you told me about your youthful proclivities.”

“Yes, he was probably in his thirties.”

“And was it willing on your part?”

“Totally. I went after him.”

“So who does that make a pervert, you or him?”

Dan shrugged. “Neither, in my estimation. I knew what I wanted and I knew where and how to get it.”

“Exactly!” Donny exclaimed. “So why should Michael Jackson be treated any differently? Or Darryl Hillary or anyone else? If we lived in Holland, where the age of consent is twelve, none of this would matter.
Your client’s brother could have been ninety years old, and the worst he’d have to contend with would be societal opinion, which is often harsh, but seldom murderous. Why are we letting the wrong people set these legal parameters?”

“Well, the law is a set of conventions that changes over time,” Domingo said. “But we shouldn’t underestimate a young person’s sexual urges.”

“I draw the line at child prostitution, though,” Trevor said.

“So do I,” Donny agreed. “Money has no conscience. It’s one of the reasons I agreed to rescue Lester when Dan brought him here last year. No kid should be forced to have sex with someone just to avoid his parents. End of story.”

A moment of silence descended on the room. The conversation had circled back around to its beginning.

“Come on out here and see my view,” Donny said to Trevor, who took the hint and followed him onto the balcony.

Dan and Domingo sat in silence for a moment.

“That poor man,” Domingo said. “Your client, I mean.”

“Yes, it’s sad,” Dan agreed.

She looked off in the distance, her eyes misty and diffuse. “It’s not over yet,” she said. “For you, I mean. But you know that already, don’t you?”

Dan turned slowly to look at her. He shook his head. “No, I don’t know anything like that. He’s dead. What else is there to say? The police may have more questions to ask me, but as far as I’m concerned my part in it is over.”

She smiled sadly, as though she knew him to be a pathetic liar. “No. It’s got a long way to go and you’re going to get wrapped up in it. You can feel it,” she said then shook her head. “Sorry. I know you hate it when I do this. Let’s not go there.”

They soon heard Donny and Trevor returning. Domingo stood abruptly.

“Donny?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“It’s been a great pleasure, as always. Don’t worry about the boy. Sunshine after rain, that sort of thing. He’ll be fine. He’s going to make you very proud of him.” She shook her head as though she’d spoken out of turn.
She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “Never mind my nonsense. I don’t know what I’m saying half the time.” She turned to Dan. “And Daniel, you are still a delight. One of the kind and caring folk who make this world a better place to live. Please — let’s keep in touch. But remember, it’s not over yet. You need to be prepared for it.” Another kiss. “Say a very warm ‘hello’ to Ked for me. I hope he remembers his Auntie Domingo.”

“I’m sure he does. I’ll tell him you sent greetings.”

She paused before taking Trevor’s hands, staring into his eyes. “Dear, dear Trevor — thank you for bringing some peace to this man’s heart,” she said, nodding in Dan’s direction. “Please be good to him.”

Trevor nodded. “I intend to.”

She smiled ambiguously then turned to Donny. He walked her to the door then returned to the sitting room. For a moment, no one spoke.

“Well, that was a blast from the past,” Dan said at last. “She still makes the grandest exits this side of Buckingham Palace.”

“She wanted to see you,” Donny said with a hint of apology in his voice. “I’m sure you’ll forgive me for inviting her in time.”

Dan smiled slightly. “It’s all right. It was overdue.”

“She means well,” Donny said, still in apology mode.

“I know.”

“Another drink?”

Dan shook his head. “I’m good.”

Trevor was looking from one to the other of them. “Will someone please let me in on the secret here?”

Dan shrugged. “Domingo interferes with things. She used to, anyway.”

“‘Interferes’?” Donny said ironically.

“What things?” Trevor asked.

Donny sighed. “She does this ‘seeing’ thing where she goes off in a sort of trance and says whatever comes into her mind. Sort of like a vision or a prophecy.”

“It’s creepy,” Dan said.

Trevor looked at the two of them. “Is it real?”

“Real?” Donny repeated.

Trevor nodded. “Does it have validity? The things she says? There was someone on Mayne Island who could do that.”

Dan just shook his head. “Who cares? It’s creepy and invasive.”

Donny nodded thoughtfully. “It often has an eerie sort of insight or validity, but not always at the time. More often with hindsight. The problem is — or Dan’s problem with it is — she does it without being asked. She just holds your hand and looks into your eyes and lets fly.”

Trevor turned to Dan. “Is that what she meant when she said ‘it’s not over yet’?”

Dan made an irritated noise. “Who knows? It just bugs me when she does it.” He turned and went out onto the balcony.

Donny looked at Trevor. “The man doesn’t like it. What can I say?”

Trevor smiled. “It’s okay. I’ve seen his stubborn side. What do you think?”

Donny smirked. “About Domingo? I think that there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than you can shake a damned stick at, so why get uptight about it?”

Trevor laughed. “I’m with you there!”

Dan returned to the room. “Want some help with cleaning up before we get out of your hair?”

Donny looked at him. “You’re not in my hair, and no, I don’t require any help. I have a built-in dishwasher and a robot for a vacuum cleaner. And I’m not referring to the boy, who always did a little bit of tidying here and there, but thank you for the offer. And thanks again for the Chartreuse. Now that you no longer drink twelve beer at a gulp, I can handle what you leave behind for me to tidy up.”

Donny went down to the lobby, leaving them where he’d met them three hours earlier.

Six

Heat

The night felt as though it might combust. The coolness of Donny’s condo was just a memory. Each breath seemed a chore as they stepped into the car. Neither of them spoke till Dan flipped on the AC full blast and they sat back, shocked into inertia. Five minutes later they were heading east over the Don Valley, mulling over the news that Lester had left Donny and gone back to his family.

“There was more to it than that,” Trevor said, looking down at the black glass of the river beneath them. “He told me about it when we went out onto the balcony together. He said he didn’t want to bring it up in front of Domingo.”

Dan turned to look, curious that Donny would have confided in Trevor. “Bring what up?”

“Donny thinks Lester got scared and decided he needed to get out of town.”

“Scared of what?”

“Apparently he ran into someone from his past. A man he used to live with who abused him.”

Dan thought this over for a moment. “I knew about the man. Donny never told me Lester had seen him since then.”

They passed through Chinatown East, with its reams of fruit and vegetable stands over-ripening in the heat. Red and yellow lights winked and flashed, giving the impression the city was on fire. Pedestrians plodded with leaden footsteps, as though enduring a stronger gravity field than normal. No one was oblivious to the temperature.

“Lester didn’t mention it till last week,” Trevor told him. “That’s when he decided to leave. Donny wants to talk to you about it when he can speak to you in private.”

Dan mulled this over. Obviously it hadn’t been a total secret, or Ked wouldn’t have known about it. He wondered what explanation Lester had given Ked for wanting to return to his family.

They passed on into the heart of Leslieville. An overhang of branches held sway as the car turned onto their street and edged up to the house. A whiff of smoke hung in the air when they got out of the car. Dan thought of the garage arsonist and looked around. Nothing. Probably just a backyard fire burning somewhere.

They turned to the darkened house. A blast of stale heat hit them as they opened the door. The interior carried an air of quiet torpor. Ked’s hoodie lay draped over the banister, as though he’d returned while they were out. Even in the heat, he was seldom without it.
He must have forgotten to take it when he left for his game earlier
, Dan thought.

Ralph thumped a greeting with his tail. Too hot to move, he was nonetheless alert for the possibility of a walk. Since Trevor’s arrival, Ralph’s behaviour had improved noticeably. His longstanding disagreements with Dan had diminished: fewer accidents on the front hall carpet, fewer items of clothing destroyed when he got frustrated at the long wait between walks.

“How’s my favourite puppy?” Trevor intoned, giving Ralph a quick rub behind the ears.

“Is that how you get him to behave?” Dan asked.

“That and the occasional treat. Bribery and flattery work for most humans, so why not dogs?”

Everyone needed love, it seemed.

“Why not indeed?” Dan echoed, heading for the hall phone.

The first message was a goodnight call from Ked at his mother’s house. His words were touching. “I miss you guys already,” he said. His voice lowered confidentially. “But I’m not telling Mom that. Give Ralph a scratch behind the ears for me.”

Done
, Dan thought, bemused as the message ended and another began. The next voice was strange to his ears — curt, metallic. It sounded as though a very officious robot were talking.

“This is a message for Mr. Dan Sharp. Mr. Sharp, sir, this is Detective Karl Danes of the Toronto Police, 11 Division. We met last night at the North York Pork Slaughterhouse.”

Dan pictured the fleshy police officer. The man’s name had been something like Danes.

The voice continued. “Sir, something further has come to light in this regard and I would appreciate an hour or so of your time. If you could call the following number, day or night, and let me know when it would be convenient to meet with you, I would greatly appreciate it. My number is …”

Dan switched off the message. “Domingo,” he said.

Trevor had followed him into the hall. He looked over.

Dan shook his head. “‘It’s not over yet.’ She actually said that less than an hour ago.”

Trevor watched Dan’s face. “You don’t sound surprised. Did you know you were going to get this message?”

Dan gave him an aggrieved look. “No. I didn’t know anything about it. How could I? Anyway, what does ‘not over yet’ mean? Lots of things are not over. Darryl Hillary still needs to be accounted for, for one thing. His life may be over, but his story isn’t finished till they catch his killer. Why is that significant?”

Trevor gave him a small smile. “I’m not trying to convince you of anything.”

“I know.”

Dan leaned in and kissed him. “Sorry, I don’t mean to gripe at you. Thank you for understanding me better than I understand myself sometimes.”

Trevor laughed. “Ah, there’s the rub! It’s not that I understand you better; it’s just that I’m not in denial about who you are.”

Ralph came over and gave Trevor an appealing look.

“I’ll walk Ralph while you phone the good detective back. Then afterward let’s share some body heat and say dirty things to one another.”

“Deal.”

They hadn’t intended to have sex in that heat, but once they started it was too hard to stop.
No sleeping till this is over
, Dan told himself. He was surprised by the immediacy of his need, both physically and emotionally. His hunger for Trevor was ravenous, as though nothing could contain or hold it back. Some days he felt as if it would expand until he burst. His life was suddenly, unexpectedly beginning to make sense, a defining force bringing coherence to chaos.

Dan watched their bodies in the dresser mirror, his own hard and compact with a layering of hair, twinned against Trevor’s smaller, smoother boyish frame. He felt like a twenty-year-old in lust again. The passion was real. They both felt it. Their desire kept them grappling over one another despite the sweat and the temperature inside, even hotter than outside.

As always, Dan dominated Trevor’s lither body, overarching and urging till he felt himself entering, all the while wondering when the time would come that Trevor pushed him away and said,
Enough
. But not this time, not yet. He felt that initial resistance followed by the sudden surge inward, heard Trevor’s softly sighing acceptance of the intrusion and his encouraging
Yes!
, as though this temporary joining might at last make them one. It was times like these, and no other, that Dan felt Trevor fully in accord with him, their mutual need an affirmation of their life together, far more than simply a brief respite from any thoughts of running back to his island sanctuary.

Afterward, exhausted and overcome with the heat and exertion, he lay with his head on Trevor’s shoulder. Trevor absently reached up and traced the scar running along Dan’s temple.

“I’m sorry if I seemed upset last night when you got home.”

“Don’t apologize for having feelings. You didn’t know where I was. I would have been upset too.”

Trevor shrugged. “Not for having feelings, but for subjecting you to them.”

“That’s part of partnership. Isn’t it about sharing what’s going on with one another? I once dated a guy who never asked how I was feeling in over two years. I’m not sure you can call it a relationship if you don’t have a clue what’s going on with your other half.”