Picture Perfect 66

“I’ve been contacted by Tyson Associates on behalf of John Kilpatrick.” Dr. Grey said.

“Oh!”

“They wanted copies of the X-rays & ultrasounds they did at the emerg of your eyes.”

“I see.” Dan thought a moment. “You can give them your expert opinion but that’s all. No X-rays, or medical reports. I’ll let the prosecutor know & they can get any further information from that office.”

“They hinted that also want their own expert ophthalmologist to examine you.”

“Again up to the prosecutor. Next you’ll tell he wants to to sue for breaking his nose.”

Dan hailed a taxi outside the medical clinic. His father had always maintained that doctors were alarmists more dedicated to their time share condos in Orlando than they were to their patients. To Dan this hour in the dark with an eye mask sounded more like alarmism than cure. Maybe he could manage ten minutes but an hour. His vision hadn’t diminished at all since the fight. So what the issue?

He went into Carafe first to talk with Jill Haverly.

“What’s this hear about you closing shop?” He asked her.

“Don’t I at least an hello or a lobster to cook?” Jill said.

“Hello. Is it me ….” he sang. “Is it true?”

“I’m seriously considering it. Cuppa’s is a determined competitor.”

“If a Tim Ho’s can last in the face of Starbucks, & I mean that literally, because I’ve seen them side by side or on opposite corners. Both busy.”

“You saying I’m the Tim’s to their Starbucks?

“No, they are the Tim’s, and you are beyond any Starbucks.”

“My pockets aren’t that deep. Dan I appreciate what you are trying to say. Words won’t pay the bills.”

“Then charge double!”

“What are you crazy. Cuppa’s is giving free coffee. Last week they were giving free travel mugs. Good travel mugs at that.” She went to the counter and brought him one.

“Genuine Thermos! They’ll be out of business in a month if they keep up.”

“This week they’ve started a Cuppa’s Camera Club. Bring them any receipt for camera equipment over a hundred dollars and you get a twenty dollar gift card.”

“We certainly didn’t authorize anything like that.”

“I know or they’d mention the Depot by name.”

“Fuckers.” he said. “Two can play at that.”

“I can’t afford to give away gift cards.”

“You won’t have to. I’ll talk with Sandy and we’ll get back to you. Now that we’ve done the hello, trashed your competitors, where’s my coffee?”

“Coming right up.”

“I have to confess this was the main reason I came back for the weekend. No decent coffee on the east coast.”

“No indecent redheads either.” Jill said.

The Depot was busy with a ‘boss is away sale’ so Dan went behind the counter and waited on the next customer in line.

“Good to have you back boss.” Ushio said.

“Doesn’t feel like I’ve been gone at all.”

The store was momentarily empty of customers.

“Put the ‘back in 15’ timer in the window.” Dan said.

The staff gathered around him.

“I’m not in TO for long but everything is going fine here. I see the …”

“Yeah, we know,” Ushio said. “You watch us all the time.” He pointed up at the security cameras.

“If I had that much spare time I’d find better things to watch. Sales have gone up a bit.”

‘You aren’t here to scare them away.” Sandy grinned. “They could feel you glowering up in your den.”

“I want you to think of some promo …”

They groaned.

“Hear me out. You know about the Cuppa Camera Club.”

“Some have asked me who bought out who?” Sandy said. “Like Timmie’s and Shoppers.”

“I checked it out.” Ushio said. “They don’t mention us in promotion in any way.”

“I think we need one of our own. Something that involves the Carafe and the Silver Gallery.”

“Silver’s is closed for the month. He’s on an acquisitions tour of Chile.”

“Okay. Anyone have any ideas.”

“We could do the reverse.” Sandy said. “For every hundred someone spends at the Carafe they get a twenty dollar discount here.”

“No one is going to buy fifty coffees at one time.” Ushio said.

“It’s a good idea though. Needs work.”

The fifteen minute timer dinged.

“I have things to do upstairs. I’ll stop back before I head out.”

Sandy stopped him before he went. “Did you hear anything about that Lifend man?”

“Shit! I forgot all about that. No, I haven’t heard back from them. At least I don’t think I did. I haven’t been that alert to my emails. I’ll check that out first thing when I get to my office.

He opened the door and peeked in, he half expected Cameron to be there to record his entering. There were several magazines, flyers and some letters on his desk. He flipped through them quickly. 

In the third floor lab he checked the company computer to see what email had come in for him there. He could have done that while he was away but after checking the daily receipts for both locations, inventory control data, he‘d had enough of business matters. Sandy filled him in on anything important in their video conferences. There as nothing there from Lifend. Maybe Linda had heard something?

He sent the scan file of the family photos to his cloud account. It included the scans of his Dad’s travel notes for all of 1985. This way he could double check dates & locations when he compared them to the abductions. 

He did a search for east coast Catholic diocese. There was too much information for him began to look at. But that information was there. He sent the link to the Quintex research department & mentioned the possible connection to Father Phineas. He also asked them to find out if there was any connection between Father Phineas and Inspector Mackillop.

He did a search for the Maritime Circus Museum then for Winston Chamberlain in particular. He hadn’t expected there to be so many Winston Chamberlains around the world. He narrowed it to Canada and all the ones for the correct Winston were in association with the Museum.

He sat back in the desk chair and let it revolve slowly away from the computer. The get-away from the show wasn’t relaxing at all. It would another three weeks after this that he would be back so he had piled in too much to do in this one visit. 

He went down the back stairs and stopped on the balcony. The laneway needed to be swept. It would be snowed in soon enough. A drunk staggered in. Dan pulled away from the rail. The drunk looked around, leaned against the wall, zipped his fly down and pissed with an audible “Ahh.” Must that been holding that for a while. Dan couldn’t make out the guy’s cock but the puddle of urine flowed between his legs. The drunk made an effort to avoid it as he did up his fly.

His cell beeped. It was Linda. He went inside and sat in the dark of the stairway.

Picture Perfect 66

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“I’ve been contacted by Tyson Associates on behalf of John Kilpatrick.” Dr. Grey said.

“Oh!”

“They wanted copies of the X-rays & ultrasounds they did at the emerg of your eyes.”

“I see.” Dan thought a moment. “You can give them your expert opinion but that’s all. No X-rays, or medical reports. I’ll let the prosecutor know & they can get any further information from that office.”

“They hinted that also want their own expert ophthalmologist to examine you.”

“Again up to the prosecutor. Next you’ll tell he wants to to sue for breaking his nose.”

Dan hailed a taxi outside the medical clinic. His father had always maintained that doctors were alarmists more dedicated to their time share condos in Orlando than they were to their patients. To Dan this hour in the dark with an eye mask sounded more like alarmism than cure. Maybe he could manage ten minutes but an hour. His vision hadn’t diminished at all since the fight. So what the issue?

He went into Carafe first to talk with Jill Haverly.

“What’s this hear about you closing shop?” He asked her.

“Don’t I at least an hello or a lobster to cook?” Jill said.

“Hello. Is it me ….” he sang. “Is it true?”

“I’m seriously considering it. Cuppa’s is a determined competitor.”

“If a Tim Ho’s can last in the face of Starbucks, & I mean that literally, because I’ve seen them side by side or on opposite corners. Both busy.”

“You saying I’m the Tim’s to their Starbucks?

“No, they are the Tim’s, and you are beyond any Starbucks.”

“My pockets aren’t that deep. Dan I appreciate what you are trying to say. Words won’t pay the bills.”

“Then charge double!”

“What are you crazy. Cuppa’s is giving free coffee. Last week they were giving free travel mugs. Good travel mugs at that.” She went to the counter and brought him one.

“Genuine Thermos! They’ll be out of business in a month if they keep up.”

“This week they’ve started a Cuppa’s Camera Club. Bring them any receipt for camera equipment over a hundred dollars and you get a twenty dollar gift card.”

“We certainly didn’t authorize anything like that.”

“I know or they’d mention the Depot by name.”

“Fuckers.” he said. “Two can play at that.”

“I can’t afford to give away gift cards.”

“You won’t have to. I’ll talk with Sandy and we’ll get back to you. Now that we’ve done the hello, trashed your competitors, where’s my coffee?”

“Coming right up.”

“I have to confess this was the main reason I came back for the weekend. No decent coffee on the east coast.”

“No indecent redheads either.” Jill said.

The Depot was busy with a ‘boss is away sale’ so Dan went behind the counter and waited on the next customer in line.

“Good to have you back boss.” Ushio said.

“Doesn’t feel like I’ve been gone at all.”

The store was momentarily empty of customers.

“Put the ‘back in 15’ timer in the window.” Dan said.

The staff gathered around him.

“I’m not in TO for long but everything is going fine here. I see the …”

“Yeah, we know,” Ushio said. “You watch us all the time.” He pointed up at the security cameras.

“If I had that much spare time I’d find better things to watch. Sales have gone up a bit.”

‘You aren’t here to scare them away.” Sandy grinned. “They could feel you glowering up in your den.”

“I want you to think of some promo …”

They groaned.

“Hear me out. You know about the Cuppa Camera Club.”

“Some have asked me who bought out who?” Sandy said. “Like Timmie’s and Shoppers.”

“I checked it out.” Ushio said. “They don’t mention us in promotion in any way.”

“I think we need one of our own. Something that involves the Carafe and the Silver Gallery.”

“Silver’s is closed for the month. He’s on an acquisitions tour of Chile.”

“Okay. Anyone have any ideas.”

“We could do the reverse.” Sandy said. “For every hundred someone spends at the Carafe they get a twenty dollar discount here.”

“No one is going to buy fifty coffees at one time.” Ushio said.

“It’s a good idea though. Needs work.”

The fifteen minute timer dinged.

“I have things to do upstairs. I’ll stop back before I head out.”

Sandy stopped him before he went. “Did you hear anything about that Lifend man?”

“Shit! I forgot all about that. No, I haven’t heard back from them. At least I don’t think I did. I haven’t been that alert to my emails. I’ll check that out first thing when I get to my office.

He opened the door and peeked in, he half expected Cameron to be there to record his entering. There were several magazines, flyers and some letters on his desk. He flipped through them quickly. 

In the third floor lab he checked the company computer to see what email had come in for him there. He could have done that while he was away but after checking the daily receipts for both locations, inventory control data, he‘d had enough of business matters. Sandy filled him in on anything important in their video conferences. There as nothing there from Lifend. Maybe Linda had heard something?

He sent the scan file of the family photos to his cloud account. It included the scans of his Dad’s travel notes for all of 1985. This way he could double check dates & locations when he compared them to the abductions. 

He did a search for east coast Catholic diocese. There was too much information for him began to look at. But that information was there. He sent the link to the Quintex research department & mentioned the possible connection to Father Phineas. He also asked them to find out if there was any connection between Father Phineas and Inspector Mackillop.

He did a search for the Maritime Circus Museum then for Winston Chamberlain in particular. He hadn’t expected there to be so many Winston Chamberlains around the world. He narrowed it to Canada and all the ones for the correct Winston were in association with the Museum.

He sat back in the desk chair and let it revolve slowly away from the computer. The get-away from the show wasn’t relaxing at all. It would another three weeks after this that he would be back so he had piled in too much to do in this one visit. 

He went down the back stairs and stopped on the balcony. The laneway needed to be swept. It would be snowed in soon enough. A drunk staggered in. Dan pulled away from the rail. The drunk looked around, leaned against the wall, zipped his fly down and pissed with an audible “Ahh.” Must that been holding that for a while. Dan couldn’t make out the guy’s cock but the puddle of urine flowed between his legs. The drunk made an effort to avoid it as he did up his fly.

His cell beeped. It was Linda. He went inside and sat in the dark of the stairway.

Picture Perfect 66

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“I’ve been contacted by Tyson Associates on behalf of John Kilpatrick.” Dr. Grey said.

“Oh!”

“They wanted copies of the X-rays & ultrasounds they did at the emerg of your eyes.”

“I see.” Dan thought a moment. “You can give them your expert opinion but that’s all. No X-rays, or medical reports. I’ll let the prosecutor know & they can get any further information from that office.”

“They hinted that also want their own expert ophthalmologist to examine you.”

“Again up to the prosecutor. Next you’ll tell he wants to to sue for breaking his nose.”

Dan hailed a taxi outside the medical clinic. His father had always maintained that doctors were alarmists more dedicated to their time share condos in Orlando than they were to their patients. To Dan this hour in the dark with an eye mask sounded more like alarmism than cure. Maybe he could manage ten minutes but an hour. His vision hadn’t diminished at all since the fight. So what the issue?

He went into Carafe first to talk with Jill Haverly.

“What’s this hear about you closing shop?” He asked her.

“Don’t I at least an hello or a lobster to cook?” Jill said.

“Hello. Is it me ….” he sang. “Is it true?”

“I’m seriously considering it. Cuppa’s is a determined competitor.”

“If a Tim Ho’s can last in the face of Starbucks, & I mean that literally, because I’ve seen them side by side or on opposite corners. Both busy.”

“You saying I’m the Tim’s to their Starbucks?

“No, they are the Tim’s, and you are beyond any Starbucks.”

“My pockets aren’t that deep. Dan I appreciate what you are trying to say. Words won’t pay the bills.”

“Then charge double!”

“What are you crazy. Cuppa’s is giving free coffee. Last week they were giving free travel mugs. Good travel mugs at that.” She went to the counter and brought him one.

“Genuine Thermos! They’ll be out of business in a month if they keep up.”

“This week they’ve started a Cuppa’s Camera Club. Bring them any receipt for camera equipment over a hundred dollars and you get a twenty dollar gift card.”

“We certainly didn’t authorize anything like that.”

“I know or they’d mention the Depot by name.”

“Fuckers.” he said. “Two can play at that.”

“I can’t afford to give away gift cards.”

“You won’t have to. I’ll talk with Sandy and we’ll get back to you. Now that we’ve done the hello, trashed your competitors, where’s my coffee?”

“Coming right up.”

“I have to confess this was the main reason I came back for the weekend. No decent coffee on the east coast.”

“No indecent redheads either.” Jill said.

The Depot was busy with a ‘boss is away sale’ so Dan went behind the counter and waited on the next customer in line.

“Good to have you back boss.” Ushio said.

“Doesn’t feel like I’ve been gone at all.”

The store was momentarily empty of customers.

“Put the ‘back in 15’ timer in the window.” Dan said.

The staff gathered around him.

“I’m not in TO for long but everything is going fine here. I see the …”

“Yeah, we know,” Ushio said. “You watch us all the time.” He pointed up at the security cameras.

“If I had that much spare time I’d find better things to watch. Sales have gone up a bit.”

‘You aren’t here to scare them away.” Sandy grinned. “They could feel you glowering up in your den.”

“I want you to think of some promo …”

They groaned.

“Hear me out. You know about the Cuppa Camera Club.”

“Some have asked me who bought out who?” Sandy said. “Like Timmie’s and Shoppers.”

“I checked it out.” Ushio said. “They don’t mention us in promotion in any way.”

“I think we need one of our own. Something that involves the Carafe and the Silver Gallery.”

“Silver’s is closed for the month. He’s on an acquisitions tour of Chile.”

“Okay. Anyone have any ideas.”

“We could do the reverse.” Sandy said. “For every hundred someone spends at the Carafe they get a twenty dollar discount here.”

“No one is going to buy fifty coffees at one time.” Ushio said.

“It’s a good idea though. Needs work.”

The fifteen minute timer dinged.

“I have things to do upstairs. I’ll stop back before I head out.”

Sandy stopped him before he went. “Did you hear anything about that Lifend man?”

“Shit! I forgot all about that. No, I haven’t heard back from them. At least I don’t think I did. I haven’t been that alert to my emails. I’ll check that out first thing when I get to my office.

He opened the door and peeked in, he half expected Cameron to be there to record his entering. There were several magazines, flyers and some letters on his desk. He flipped through them quickly. 

In the third floor lab he checked the company computer to see what email had come in for him there. He could have done that while he was away but after checking the daily receipts for both locations, inventory control data, he‘d had enough of business matters. Sandy filled him in on anything important in their video conferences. There as nothing there from Lifend. Maybe Linda had heard something?

He sent the scan file of the family photos to his cloud account. It included the scans of his Dad’s travel notes for all of 1985. This way he could double check dates & locations when he compared them to the abductions. 

He did a search for east coast Catholic diocese. There was too much information for him began to look at. But that information was there. He sent the link to the Quintex research department & mentioned the possible connection to Father Phineas. He also asked them to find out if there was any connection between Father Phineas and Inspector Mackillop.

He did a search for the Maritime Circus Museum then for Winston Chamberlain in particular. He hadn’t expected there to be so many Winston Chamberlains around the world. He narrowed it to Canada and all the ones for the correct Winston were in association with the Museum.

He sat back in the desk chair and let it revolve slowly away from the computer. The get-away from the show wasn’t relaxing at all. It would another three weeks after this that he would be back so he had piled in too much to do in this one visit. 

He went down the back stairs and stopped on the balcony. The laneway needed to be swept. It would be snowed in soon enough. A drunk staggered in. Dan pulled away from the rail. The drunk looked around, leaned against the wall, zipped his fly down and pissed with an audible “Ahh.” Must that been holding that for a while. Dan couldn’t make out the guy’s cock but the puddle of urine flowed between his legs. The drunk made an effort to avoid it as he did up his fly.

His cell beeped. It was Linda. He went inside and sat in the dark of the stairway to take the call.

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Picture Perfect 29

Dan sat on the couch, slipped his shoes off and called Sanjay.

“Hi Sanj.” He longed to reach through the phone and hold him Now that’s an app to work on.

“Hey, Dan. What’s going on there? I’m gone for less than a week and you get into a fist fight with some asshole.”

“He got the worse of it. Broken nose, busted jaw.”

“How are you?”

“A bit sore but nothing serious. Nothing that won’t get better.”

“You always minimize.”

“Nah, it’s looking on the bright side with one eye.”

He told Sanjay about the brief fight, his eye injury and his assumption that Curtis had been the ultimate cause of what set Kilpatrick off by firing him.

“What a slimy jerk.” Sanjay said.

“So Papoulias wants more of you up there?”

“Whatever. I can be home in a couple of hours.”

“You know I hate anyone fussing over me.”

“Don’t you want a seeing eye queen to lead you around?”

“I’m not that bad.” Laughing hurt Dan’s eye. “What the resort like?”

“Expensive. If I wasn’t being paid to be here I certainly couldn’t afford it.”

“Maybe I’ll come up there?” He was already wondering how to get there? Bus? Train?

“I’d love that but there’s way too much going on here with last minute work.”

“I know I know you feel too self-conscious when I’m around you at work.” Dan flexed his toes.

“It’s the way you undress me with your eyes.”

“Since when.”

It was as if their contretemps of a week ago had never happened. This was the flirty Sanjay he had fallen in love with and that love was still there. Maybe marriage wasn’t such a compromise?

“I’m taking the weekend off work to rest my eyes. I’m seeing Dr. Grey, the ophthalmologist this afternoon. A couple of days wearing a blindfold to force my eyes to rest will probably be on order.”

His cell pinged with an incoming call. Call display said it was Sgt. Marks.

“I gotta go. The police are calling me.” He made a kissing sound and hung up.

“Hello.”

“You called Mr. James?”

“Yes. Has Kilpatrick has said anything.”

“He insists he has no memory of what happened.”

He told Marks about his conversation with Baxter.

“That make some sense,” Marks said. “But that doesn’t excuse his actions. Neither will being drunk. Assault is assault and he’ll be charged. Now he’s pissed off because he’ll lost a role because of his bandages.”

“Bandages?”

“While you were at St. Mike’s he’d been taken to Toronto Western to get his nose set. Not a bad break but …”

“Western?”

“When possible we don’t bring both parties in an assault to the same emerg. Sometimes a fight resumes and the triage nurses find that rather distracting.”

“I can see that.”

“Anything else, Mr. James?”
“No I was just wondering, that’s all.”

“How are your injuries?”

“Painful. Like after the dentist.”

“We’ll be in touch if we need to know anything else.”

“Thanks.”

He undressed in his bedroom, grabbed a bathrobe and went out to the hot tub. As he stretched out in it be felt the aches of his body dissolve. Without thinking he fully submerged himself and felt the eye bandage getting wet.

“Shit!” He jerked his head out of the water. The doctor hadn’t said anything about getting wet. The damage was done now anyway. He pulled at the edges of it and carefully peeled it off his face. He submerged himself again. The hot water felt good around his eye. He’d ice it when he was dry.

He stepped out of the tub, wrapped his bathrobe around himself and dashed into the house. The air was still cool but they used the tub even in winter.

He tried to keep his eyes closed while he dried off but both of them kept blinking open. The right was more fogged than blurred. As if he was looking through a screen door. 

He studied his face in the mirror for the first time. Red, puffy and darkly bruised under the eye but not too bad on the eyelid over it. He blinked it open briefly to see it. Blood shot.

How was he going to protect it for the rest of the day? Other than basic bandages there wasn’t anything in the house he could think of. Bandage – bandana. Perfect. He wrapped a polkadot bandana around his eye. So that’s what a gay pirate would look like, he thought as he checked himself in the mirror. 

He took an ice cube out of the freezer, put it in a baggie and held it to his cheek bone. Stretched out on the couch he gently rubbed it along the cheek bone and his eyebrow over the bandana. The pain subsided.  He wanted to sleep but didn’t want to be late for his appointment. 

On his way home from Dr. Grey’s clinic he resisted the temptation to drop in at the Depot. He called to confirm he wouldn’t be back till Monday. The doctor’s staff did another series of examinations of both his eyes. Even took pictures of the insides of them.

There was no internal damage to his eyes or the nerves. It was suggested that he use his vision as little as possible for at least a week. No reading, no movies and sun glasses when out of doors, even on overcast days. The clinic had a line of wrap arounds on hand for him to choose from if he wished. The wrap arounds allowed little light in from any angle. He picked a pair that were photochromic so he didn’t have to worry about taking them off right away when he went indoors.

“I feel very movie star.” He said to the receptionist as he left. After stopping at a pharmacy to get his pain control prescription filled he hailed a cab.

As he went to the house he saw lights on in Sanjay’s room and one in the kitchen. Had Sanj come home?

Once in the house he realized it was the pre-set lighting. He’d fooled himself. There were no landline messages. A couple of texts on his cell.

“All well, boss man. See you Monday.” from Sandy.

“Call me.” from Inspector Warszawa.

Dan auto-dialled him.

“You texted?”

“I was by the Depot and they told me what happened. You okay?” Warszawa asked.

“My self-defence training kicked in, so I’m fine. A little bruised not scarred. Kilpatrick will have troubles breathing for awhile though.”

“You nose popped him?”

“Nah. Side stepped and he ran into the wall and nose popped himself.”

Warszawa laughed.

“Look, we got another one.”

“Of the Photo Planter?”
“Yep. Weird though. Unnamed parliamentarian comes into office and finds two of them placed on desk.”

“No connection to the other’s that were found?”

“None. In fact other than the photos there is no personal or coincidental connection between any of the them.”

“That is weird. I’d offer to look at them, but I’m to do no looking for at least a week while my right eye recovers from being slammed by that drunk.”

“Sitting around in the dark doesn’t sound that hard.” Warszawa said.

“I’ll call you Monday and let you know how it goes.”

He turned his phone off. He checked the house’s security systems one last time before going up to his room with fresh ice cubes in the baggie.

What a day! In the dark he massaged around his eye the with ice cube. He took one of the pain killers and a couple of the Dozease. Where was the quiet life he once lived? 

He woke abruptly from a dream of falling. He’d had that dream often the first couple years they had been living in Toronto. Dreams in which he’d be walking down the street and fall backwards into open air and be unable to stop himself or grab anything to stop his fall. The decent was always fast, so fast he couldn’t catch his breath until he woke up gasping.

He felt around him to make sure he was on his bed and not the floor. Once his heart stopped racing he listened intently. He heard nothing other than sounds from outside, the refrigerator in the kitchen. He rolled to his left side and was jolted by the pain. He’d forgotten about his eye.

He got up, slipped his sleep shorts off and without turning on any lights went to the bathroom. The was enough ambient light for him to see his way easily. He peed. 

Out of habit he didn’t flush. The noise would disturb Sanjay.

He stood still at the bathroom door and gazed down the stairs. Was that the shadow of a person the front door window. Or was it his eye? He let his right eye peep open a bit but that didn’t help.

The shadow remained stationary. If it was a person there’d be some movement. Was it the street light through a tree? He crept down the stairs afraid to even breathe. 

He checked the monitor feeds at his desk. There was no one. Wait! The was something at the front door. Not a person but a roundish package was on the porch railing. It was casting the shadow.

He had the front door camera scan the area, the street, and there was no one there.  No cars either. He turned the porch lights on. The garage camera scanned the porch from another direction and there had been no one in the shadows.

The package was a cellophane wrapped vase with flowers in it. He opened the front door, took the two steps to the rail, gabbed it and darted back into the house. Even though he had checked with the security cameras he was sure someone would dart out of the night to accost him.

He sighed deeply as he leaned against the front door. His feet were cold. His ass was cold. He noticed he hadn’t bothered to put his sleep shorts back on. Now that was worth posting on V-File he laughed to himself.

He put the vase on the kitchen table and pulled the cellophane off to get the card. 

“I’m so sorry about everything. Curtis Baxter.”

Dan tossed the note on the counter. At least Baxter didn’t send a bouquet of Black-Eyed Susan’s. It was a little past 3 a.m. Time for a snack. There had to be some cold pizza in the fridge. None! There’s wasn’t much of anything. He’d need to do some grocery shopping. Without Sanjay bringing back various left-overs from work to restock the fridge, it had gotten empty pretty quickly.

Cheese on crackers in the microwave for thirty seconds would do the trick. Not up to Sanj’s standards but Dan never claimed to be a chef, not even a cook, unless you counted being able to turn a microwave, coffee maker or crock pot on.

As he ate in the dark he ran another ice cube around both his eyes. The doctor had suggest he not overly favour the injured one to avoid straining the other even more.

Back in his bed he dropped off instantly. 

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Picture Perfect 27

The next afternoon Dan was looking over the specs for the latest Lyphend camera. As with most of their models the price range went from four to five figures, including a limited edition of twelve at six figures. The limited edition price always included a portion that was donated to a charity. This one was to go to Eyes Without Borders which brought eye care to people in need. That need could be anywhere in the world. Even in over-privileged nations people couldn’t afford needed eye-surgery or even glasses.

Shouting erupted from the store below. Someone was very angry. Occasionally under-medicated street people would wander into the store. This sounded like one of those. It was the sort of physical confrontation that he found difficult to handle.

The hardest part of his RCMP training was the hand-to-hand combat. He was good enough to get a passing mark but he dreaded that class more than any other. He’d often found himself physically sick by the end of the class. He was grateful that he never had to put use what he had learned or ever had to defend himself.

He went to the monitors to see who it was and if he needed to call the police. It was a man moving too much for Dan to fully see his face. He went to the bottom of the stairs and stood at the entrance to the Depot.

“What’s all the commotion?” Dan asked.

The man turned and charged at him. Dan held his ground, stepped aside at the right moment and nudged the man as he rushed passed him. The man lost his footing and fell on the stairs.

The man laid quiet for a moment then turned himself over. His nose was bleeding.

“What the fuck!” He said. “Look what you’ve done.”

It was John Kilpatrick from Unsolved Cold.

“John?” Dan said reaching over to help him up.

John grabbed Dan’s forearm with his left hand, pulled himself up and at the same time swung with his right fist catching Dan under his eye.

Dazed Dan staggered back as John hit him again in nearly the same spot. Blindly he struck out with his elbow and felt it hit John’s chin. John crumpled to the floor.

By then Ushio was pulling Dan away. The pain in his eye made him dizzy. Ushio lead him to a chair by the order desk.

“Police are on the way.” Sandy said. 

“Which means we’ll see them in about two days.” Dan said. His eye had quickly swollen shut.

“Here,” someone handed him a cloth with ice in it.

He glanced up with his good eye. It was Jill. “Thanks.”

“What was that all about?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Ask him.”

“Who?”

Dan peered around. John Kilpatrick was gone.

“I was John Kilpatrick. Don’t ask me why though? I only met the guy the once a few weeks ago.”

“Weird.” Sandy said. “I think you should go to St, Mike’s emerg and get that looked at a s a p boss man. I’ll deal with the police when they get here.”

Dan got up. Dizzy he sat back down.

“I’ll get a cab.” Jill went out to the street and came back a few minutes later. “Got one. Come on.”

“Ushio get my shoulder bag from upstairs. I’ll need some i.d.”

Three nurses, two x-rays, two resident doctors, one ophthalmologist, a gauze apparatus over his eye and six hours later Dan was squinting around the waiting area for Jill. She was talking with two unformed police officers.

They came over to him and introduced themselves.

“I’m Officer Marks and this is my partner Officer Howard.”

He shook their hands.

“How’s the eye?” Jill asked.

“Not as bad as it feels. Luckily they found no fractures around the eyesocket or cheek. The eye itself appears to been bruised but the extent of that damage can’t be ascertained until the swelling goes down. No broken blood vessels though, which is a good sign.”

“You’ll be glad to know that we have detained Mr. Kilpatrick.” Marks said.

“Thanks.” Dan said. “That was fast.”

“Being that drunk makes a person do foolish things like wandering up Yonge Street with blood dripping down your face. Made him very easy to pick up.” Howard said. “His blood alcohol count was off the charts.”

“When we got the call from your store we realized some of what happened.” Marks said. “We’re still not clear on why though.”

“Neither am I.” Dan said. “It was just a routine day at the office and bam he comes in ranting at my staff.”

“We saw the video. Great security setup you have.” Marks said.

“Didn’t keep this from happening though.” Dan half-laughed.

“You don’t know why he was upset?” Howard asked again.

Dan explained how he knew Kilpatrick, then a bit about the missing children’s case and his personal interest in it.

“He’s said nothing to you?” Dan asked.

“We won’t get much out him till he sobers up. By which time I’m sure he’ll have his lawyer by his side. That was the one thing he most clear about. He wanted his lawyer to sue you, some black bastard named Baxter.” Mark said.

“You should talk to Baxter then.”

“You know who that is?”

“He’s the producer of Unsolved Cold.” Dan said. “I have his card.” He looked in the little pockets inside this shoulder bag and found it. “Here it is.” He handed it to Marks who looked at it then handed it to Howard. 

“We’ll get in touch with him.” Howard sighed as he made a note of the name and number on a pad. “We’ve dealt with Quintex before.” he glanced at Marks.

“Yeah they wanted to do a Bad Boys Toronto then discovered how boring Toronto really is.”

“Is there anything more?” Dan asked.

“Nope. it’s all pretty much open and shut as they say. Assault, video evidence, witnesses. He’ll be charged. His lawyer will see what we have and they plea. Most likely it won’t even go to trial. Unless …”

“Unless what?” Dan asked.

“We find some evidence that you instigated this. That become mitigating circumstances. But that doesn’t sound the case here.” Howard said.

“Can we give you a lift?” Marks asked.

“Sure.” Jill smiled. “You can drop us off at the scene of the crime. I’ll give you a cup of coffee you won’t forget.”

Sandy was still waiting for him at the Depot. Ushio had gone home. He filled her in on what had happened. Once the store was closed and secure for the night he went up to his retreat on the third floor. He was glad his Dad had kept this part the old apartments. A full bathroom and bedroom that Dan had sometimes used when he was visiting home from university.

He resisted calling Sanjay because telling him about this would be too melodramatic. He longed to have someone to sit and talk to about all that he had been going though but couldn’t think of anyone. Outside of Sanjay he had no gay friends. Jill was good up to a point but what could she say about these things he suspected about his father, about his fears that Sanjay would actual leave him.

Now this incident with Kilpatrick. His recollections of the interview last week were vague. He hadn’t had much conversation with John off camera. A few words about camera and light setups and that was it. 

Restless he took out his personal laptop. Nothing on V-Files held his attention. His last nook post was still getting some response. Guys wanting to know what equipment he used to get such a clear image. There was market he had never thought to tap. Nor would he.

His bandaged eye throbbed and his good eye was starting to ache. The ophthalmologist had warned him that would happen. Too much strain on one eye would affect it.

He shut the laptop and laid on the bed. He got up and went to the bathroom to see what was in the medicine cabinet. Thankfully there were some Dozease. He took two, along with one of the pain killers the doctor had given him, laid back down again and dropped into a fitful sleep.

He woke several times thinking he could hear someone in the bedroom, then in his office beneath him. One time he went to the top of the stairs but heard nothing. The monitors showed him the empty spaces, the empty store, as passing car lights illuminated it.

When he could hear the Carafe opening up he took a quick shower, put on clean clothes. The stale smell of the rooms reminded him he needed to air his getaway if he was going to use it more frequently. Without Sanjay at the house it was pointless to keep going back there every night.

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