The Dust of Wonderland by Lee Thomas

Author:Lee Thomas
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, horror, crime, mystery, new orleans, demon, gay romance, gay love story, gay spec fic
Publisher: Lethe Press, Inc.

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20

Chuck sat in Paula Nicholson’s living room, staring through the curtains. A cool place, he thought as he waited patiently for the woman’s return. Heavy wooden furniture lay beneath plush cushions and comfortable armrests. And yeah, he knew it was the old broad’s place, but he got the definite feeling that Nicholson had put it together, bought the furniture and the knickknack crap and everything.

He definitely liked the old guy’s style. He pictured himself in twenty years, maybe twenty-five years with a mustache and gray hair. He felt certain the he would look as good, if not better, than Nicholson. And the rest was money. If you had enough money, nothing else mattered. Women, men, they could both be bought if the wad was big enough. Shit, even manners could be bought for a price.

Once Vicki came through with his fee, Chuck would be buying a whole new world.

He looked around the room, taking in the details of the furniture and the walls. The paint job was cool, almost white but with a hint of purple. The color contrasted surprisingly with the stark white of the moldings. The ceiling was painted the same color as the walls. Most of the rooms he’d seen during his short life were painted white. Just white, but this place was elegant like the old guy.

He decided to look around as he waited for the woman to get back. She’d left about thirty minutes ago. As he’d hidden behind a shrub across the street, she’d come out of the house and driven away. No one else had been in the car with her. That was good. He knew where the ugly little bitch was. Their mutual friend wouldn’t be dropping her off for a couple of hours yet. So, Chuck had sidled across the street like he owned the entire neighborhood, slipped around back, and popped out a window pane to gain access to the door lock. Easy as pie. The alarm wasn’t even set.

At first, he’d thought about sitting on the couch and just waiting, as if nothing were wrong. He would be sitting in the house when the old broad got back, and he’d talk at her all coollike until he was close enough to show his affection. He could tell her that he was waiting for the ugly little bitch. What was her name anyway? Janice or Jessica or something like that? What difference did it make? He wouldn’t need a story.

But now, he wanted to see the place and really get a feel for the old guy. Nicholson had done pretty good for himself. He had that house in the Quarter and this place, neither of which was shabby, and the guy didn’t even live in New Orleans. He probably had a house in Hawaii or Florida or something. Given time, Chuck might have met him on one of those Florida beaches. Who knew?

One thing was for sure, the old guy was loaded, and the woman told him that he’d had exactly what Chuck had when he was the boy’s age: nothing.

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