Boystown: Three Nick Nowak Mysteries by Marshall Thornton

Author:Marshall Thornton [Thornton, Marshall]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Mystery, Adventure, Gay
ISBN: 9781603708524
Google: h_KyZwEACAAJ
Amazon: B003HKRECC
Goodreads: 7386067
Publisher: Torquere Press
Published: 2009-11-01T00:00:00+00:00

LITTLE BOY TENOR

Everyone lies. They lie to the people they love; they lie to themselves. Once you admit it, it's not such a hard thing to live with. What is hard to live with is how far people will go to keep their lies alive.

Reverend Edward Pepper was a fussy little man. He sat uncomfortably in the guest chair across from my desk, looking around my office as though he wanted to take a rag to it and wipe up all the dust. Of course, I wouldn't allow that. I was fond of the dust.

He was dressed in a black shirt with a clerical collar.

Over that, he wore a short woolen jacket that was now making him sweat. It was May, and the weather was hot one day, cold the next. That day had begun cold and quickly heated up. I'd asked if he wanted to hang the coat on the hook behind my door, but he'd declined. He was a small man, wiry and tight. He seemed on the verge of shaking. With his white blond hair and his anxious blood-shot eyes, he reminded me of a rabbit. A pretty rabbit, maybe, but a rabbit all the same. Even his nose was pink. He'd been in my office for ten minutes, and I hadn't been able to find out why he was there.

"How did you find me, Reverend Pepper?" I asked.

"We have a choir. They're good. Quite good. They perform every Sunday morning on The Towering Hour.

Have you seen it?"

" The Towering Hour? No, I generally sleep in on Sunday mornings."

"Oh. Of course," he said. He'd already identified me as a heathen, and I hoped he wouldn't try to change that.

He hadn't answered my question, so I asked it in a different way. "Did someone in the choir recommend me?"

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"Yes, I mean, no. I mean they called around until they found someone who could recommend someone like you."

"Someone like me?" I suspected I knew what he meant, but I wanted him to say it. "Why were you looking for someone like me?"

"Gregory was shot, you see. Gregory Dane. Outside his apartment building. About a month ago." I kept an expectant look on my face, hoping he'd give me more details. It worked. He went on, "Gregory had the most beautiful voice. When he sang it was like listening to an angel. Everyone liked him. We can't figure out why--"

"I still don't understand why you came to me."

"You're uniquely qualified to find Gregory's killer."

I took pity on him finally and guessed, "Gregory was gay."

"Yes," he said, sitting back in his chair as though relieved he wasn't going to have to use the word himself.

"And you think something about Gregory's being gay is what got him killed?"

"It must have."

There was something about the good Reverend I didn't like. It might have been his nervous little rabbit ways. Or, his unwillingness to come out and say what he meant. Or, his assumption that being gay got Gregory Dane killed; I don't know.

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