Sis amplexibus Amor alios mututa memini et amoris in mutationes memini.
May you be embraced by a love beyond recall that alters others
and a love within recall that alters you.
If she had been on her own would he have refused. Bazz was a good looking guy, better put together than Harris. No, that wasn’t it. But what was it?
At the end of the night Alex was taking a leak in the second floor men’s room. It was usually the tidier of the two after a busy night. The urinal was plugged, he used the toilet. As he zipped he noticed a graffiti. It said “To read this you have to be on your knees sucking a dick – he who sucks is the real queer.”
He’d seen it when he started working and thought it was funny. Made sense though. He muttered ‘he who sucks’ under his breath as he left he washroom. Dezum was entering as he exited.
“What’s that.” Dezum said.
“Laughing ‘bout that graffiti. ‘He who sucks is the real queer.’”
“Mighty true.” Dezum grimaced at the plugged up urinal.
“Ya ever, ya know …”
“Let a guy suck me off. Yeah.”
“What!” Dezum towered above Alex at 6’4” with a footballer’s hard compact body to back up his height.
“Oh yeah.” Dezum said from the toilet stall. “Sometimes you gotta sell what you got to get by in this world, you know.”
They started to wipe down and stack the tables on the second floor’s back patio.
“Must been about eighteen. Folks far away. Me here in this city. Didn’t know anyone except Hassler. Some guy offered me a couple of hundred and some blow to make a movie. Ha Ha. Blow for me for blow me. Rich.”
“You did queer porn?”
“It was whack alright. Some dingy apartment. The guy who was doing me was in the same boat as I was. But he was the one gettin’ on his knees not me. Wouldn’t let them shoot my face either. I couldn’t get it up. The other kid sucked on my long shlong to no effect. The producer …” He made air quotes as he said producer. “ … gave me some hard on drug, put raunchy straight porn on the TV for me to watch and boing I was hard. Everyone happy. Got my cash, my two blows and that was that.”
“Ya were stoned to let it happen.”
“Not that time. The next yes. Rent had to be paid. Praise Jesus I got a legit job when I did.”
“You enjoyed it? I mean having a guy ….”
“Enjoyed? No, not at all. It was only them two times. Second time was worse when I couldn’t get it up. He said he liked his dicks big and hard, not just big. Rich dude too I could have been set for life, or until he wanted a new eighteen year old.”
Riding his bike home Alex tried to figure out where queer began. Was it queer when neither wanted to but did. Like Dezum doing that movie with another guy, both trying to make a buck.
Detective Alverez showed Harris the series of photos. In the first two he was going into his office building, in the next two he and Marshall were going into Mamma S’s. The last two were of him and Marshall in their booth. The pictures had been charred along the bottoms.
“You remember having these taken?” Detective Alverez asked.
“Not the first ones but a couple of Marshall’s fans did spot us in the back.”
“Do you recall them at all?”
“Let’s see.” Harris closed his eyes. “The first was a man. Dark hair. Not tall. Not heavy. Didn’t say much. Appeared at the table and took his pictures. Then a couple of Asian girls. Big fans. He had to sign a take out menu to get rid them.”
“Not tall. Not heavy. Not much use to us. You didn’t get a good look at this first guy’s face?”
“No. We were getting caught up on long lost family stuff.”
“These came in this morning along with this message from the Stalker.”
She played the message on her lap top. It was the same distorted voice as the previous message.
“Feeling the heat. Tell that fat ass he’s going to burn. When he does it’ll come as shock to everyone. Oh yeah burn baby burn.” she stopped the playback.
“Yeah. Still too distorted to get to the actual voice. Has to be filtered through more than one voice coder to get that degree of distortion.”
“So he’s following me?” The fact that the stalker had been this close to him, to Marshall and with neither of knowing the danger they were in made Harris queasy.
“Looks that way. Our profiler concludes that when you rescued Donna Garvis he focused on you. He was bored with the random attacks. After getting away with those he needed a greater challenge.”
“Why me? I’m a nobody.”
“Now a nobody with a famous relative. The profiler feels that gives him more justification.”
“You’re stealing his spotlight. Without trying.”
“What’s with this burn baby burn? He didn’t set fire to his victims. Did he?” Harris ran his finger along the charred edge of the photos.
“No but he tasered them. We haven’t released that detail to the press. The surviving victims have been told not to talk about it either.”
“A taser that can kill?”
“Not usual. Darrell Jones had a pace-maker. The taser jolt is what killed him. We’re pretty sure the stalker didn’t expect that to happen.”
“The other two.”
“I’ve told you all I can. On going investigations and all that. But they were tasered too.”
Harris longed for a couple of double glazed old fashioned donuts to take his mid off this for the few seconds it would take to eat them. As if the awareness of the curse wasn’t enough to deal with he now had this to cope with on top of it.
“Send in Agent Davros.”
Agent Davros was about Harris’s height. Short black hair. Stocky. He wore a dark blue sports coat, grey pants and a pale blue shirt.
“Agent Davros this is Harris Stevens. I’m assigning Davros to you.”
“Pleased to meet you.” They shook hands.
“For my protection?”
“Exactly. Now we don’t anticipate the stalker to do anything obvious though.”
“You mean as obvious as walking up to me and taking my picture in a pizzeria.”
“There was no risk of discovery to him was there?” Davros said.
“We could put you in a safe house if you want.” Detective Alverez suggested. “But we are hoping you might lure him out. Make him careless.”
“I’m to be your bait!” Harris stood. He wanted to leave the room. “I’m just another fat ass nobody like he says. What’ll I do if he … What I don’t want to do this? Be bait.”
“My team will keep a discreet eye on you. You probably won’t even notice us. You haven’t yet have you?” Davros said.
“We started when you left your condo this morning.” Davros smiled.
“People are following me?” Harris sighed. Trapped by the unseeable but unavoidable curse and now boxed in by the invisable yet visabale police
“The profiler warns that the stalker will act again soon. There’s been two murders since you rescued Donna Garvis.”
“You’re sure that wasn’t him, right. That attacked her.”
“No. She was not tasered.”
“Right.” Harris exhaled deeply. “Lets hope I can act natural.”
“You’ll be fine. A tad nervous perhaps but you’ll forget we’re even around.” Davros reassured him.
“Easy for you say. No drives to work or body guards at my side?”
“Right. Stick to your normal routine.” Detective Alverez walked him to the station door. “Don’t worry.”
Harris walked the few blocks south to his office. Was there an undercover cop tailing him. He glanced in store fronts to see what he could in their reflection. Was the stalker taking more pictures of him. Was a stranger going to brush up and fall in lust with him? Would Davros tackle them and not understand why neither of them remembered meeting. Should he get out of town. That held definate promise. Aruba here I come.
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