The Savage Son (A Nick Williams Mystery Book 6) by Butterfield Frank W

Author:Butterfield, Frank W. [Butterfield, Frank W.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2016-11-26T05:00:00+00:00

This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon my neck,

My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without charm;

Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting, kisses me lightly on the lips with robust love,

And I, on the crossing of the street, or on the ship’s deck, give a kiss in return;

We observe that salute of American comrades, land and sea,

We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.

Carter was down to his BVDs now and stretched out on the bed next to me. "What do you think he means at the end?"

"'Natural and nonchalant?'" I asked.

"Yeah."

I thought for a moment. "You know, like in the kitchen tonight when you grabbed me and we did a tango. Naturally and nonchalantly."

Carter sat up and looked at me.

"That's the way I feel with you. It's as though we've known each other forever and been this way forever."

I smiled and didn't reply. What could I say to that?

He stood up, walked into the bathroom, and brushed his teeth. I put my book on the table by the bed. Once he was done, he climbed in next to me. I grinned as he rolled over and pinned my arms back.

"Hey!"

He reached down and softly bit my left ear. This was some sort of fetish he had, not that I ever complained. Whispering in my ear, he said, "What's the big secret you have with Henry?"

I laughed. "How'd you know?"

Carter kissed my neck. "You're not the only investigator around here. I have my ways."

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret, would it?"

Using his left hand, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them together. He leaned on me and showed me the fingers of his right hand. He looked at them as he wiggled them. "See that, Nick? That's what you're gonna get unless you tell me."

I shook my head. "I don't care what you do to me, fireman. I'm not afraid of you."

"Really?" He cocked an eyebrow at me.

I nodded.

He reached down and began to tickle me. About five minutes later, when I was having a hard time breathing, I said, "OK! Uncle!"

He let me go and rolled over to his side of the bed. "OK, son. Tell me. What's the secret?"

I stood up. I was a little afraid, truth be told. "I need a Camel, first."

He looked at me from the bed and just shook his head. "You can delay all you want. I'm gonna find you out. If you won't talk, I have ways to get to Henry."

"You leave Henry alone. He's innocent." I pulled out a Camel and offered him one. He shook his head, so I put it in my mouth and lit it with my old beat-up Zippo.

Taking in a drag, I said, "Promise you won't be mad?"

He shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Let's hear what it is and then I'll tell you." He patted his hand on the bed. "Come on, son. Sit down."

I stood there and thought about it for a moment.

Carter's face went from mock-serious to serious.

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