The Truth of Yesterday (48 page)

     “Not really.”

     “Did you find out anything interesting?”

     “Not really.”

     “So it was a total waste of time?”

     “No…”

     “Not really,” she finished for me. “Would you care to elaborate on any of this?”

     “He didn't really tell me anything useful,” I explained. “He's sending me the files I was hoping to get, so it wasn't a total bust or anything. He was very…cautious. He admires caution.”

     “Does he?
Hmm.
Well, caution is very admirable. Especially when crossing the street. So is that it? Are we done? I have a class at two and if we get moving now I won't have to miss it.”

     I shook my head in an attempt to clear it. I pushed away from the table and stood up. “Yeah, we're done. Let's go.”

     As we walked back down to the Metro,
Chris
was rattling on about something, but I couldn't have told you what if my life depended on it. My thoughts were completely caught up with the questions I had pushed aside earlier. Why did Jake have a newspaper clipping of Neal stashed away in his room? Was there a connection to the wad of cash somehow? I didn't like where that thought took me. Judy would like it even less.

     I thought about it all the way back to my car, and then I thought about it some more all the way home. I hadn't come to any conclusions by the time I pulled into the driveway. The only vehicle in the driveway belonged to Kane, which suited my purposes just fine. I couldn't do any more on Paul's case until I received the files from Neal, but I had put off Jake's case long enough. Now that it seemed the two cases might even be connected, it seemed more important than ever that I get back to work on Jake's, and Kane was going to be my first stop.

     I found him in the room we shared, typing away at the computer.

     
“Homework?”
I asked as I walked in.

     He jumped a little and spun around. “Killian!” he gasped. “I didn't even hear you come in. When did you get home?”

     
“Just now.
Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Can I interrupt you for a minute?”

     “Please interrupt me. Take as long as you want. I hate Shakespeare.”

     “How can you hate Shakespeare?” I asked, forgetting for the moment why I had come looking for him.

     “Not everyone loves Hamlet, Kill. Besides, it's not even so much Shakespeare as it
is having
to write a paper about him. Why'd he have to be so damn prolific anyway? But enough about the dead guy, I need a break from him. What's up?”

     “Who are Jake's friends at school?”

     Kane made a face. “You mean who
were
his friends. He doesn't have any friends anymore and that seems to be just the way he wants it.”

     “What happened?”

     “I don't know. We weren't exactly in the same circle. I just know that he's pretty much a loner these days; he doesn't really hang out with anyone.”

     “But he used to?”

     
“Yeah.”

     “Who did he hang out with?”

     “Um, Danielle and Craig I guess.”

     “What are their last names?”

     “Why?”

     “I want to talk to them, see if I can find out if they have any ideas about what's going on with Jake. If they were friends they might have more of an idea than anyone.”

     Kane shrugged. “You can try, but I get the impression that nobody really knows what's going on with Jake. It's Danielle Lewis and Craig Martin.”

     “And they were close friends?”

     “I don't know how close they were. Danielle was like Jake's fag hag. I think Craig had a crush on him. He always followed Jake around like a puppy dog. Craig's not out or anything but everybody knows he's gay.”

     I frowned. “How do they know?”

     “He's just really obvious,
flamey
, you know? And you should have seen the way he used to look at Jake.”

     “That's so stereotypical. Just because someone acts
flamey
it doesn't necessarily mean he's gay.”

     “Don't go getting all preachy with me,” Kane cut me off before I could work myself into a full self-righteous rant. “You know that I know better than to stereotype people. Don't you think I can recognize a gay guy when I see one? I live with three gay men and my brother was gay. I think I am well qualified. I probably know who's gay in my school before they do, and trust me; Craig is gay, whether he knows it yet or not.”

     “Ok, ok. Sorry. You're right. You wouldn't happen to have their phone numbers or anything would you?”

     “Nope, you'll
hafta
work for those, Nancy Drew.”

     “Ha-ha. You're a riot. No, really. Just for that, I won't help you with your homework. I was going to offer to help, but not now.”

     He grinned. “So when are we going to hang out? You said we were going to spend more time together and I've hardly seen you since.”

     “I'm sorry, Kane. I've just been so busy with this damn case. Hey, you like to dance, right?”

     “Um, I guess so,” he said suspiciously. “Why?”

     “You want to go to a dance with me?”

     “Wouldn't that be a bit weird? I mean you're my brother and all…”

     “Oh stop. You're nowhere near as funny as you think you are. I'm going with Micah, but you can come along. It'll be fun. It's a Halloween dance at Pemberton, sponsored by Haven.”

     “What's Haven?”

     “It's the gay/straight alliance on campus.”

     He looked skeptical. “No offense, but is it going to be like all gay guys and lesbians?”

     I laughed. “A lot of straight girls go too. Just think
,
you'd probably be the only straight guy there.
Easy picking.”

     “Sounds like my kind of dance,” he leered.

     “Are you dating anyone right now?”

     “No,” he sighed. “I seem to be going through a dry spell right now. Maybe some a change of pace is just what I need. College women sound about right. So when is this dance?”

     “Thursday night. You
hafta
wear a costume.”

     
“A costume?
How…juvenile.”

     “Oh come on, it'll be fun,”

     “What are you going as?”

     “I don't know yet.
Any ideas?”

     “Let me think about it. Remember the last costume party we went to together?”

     I did. It had been a huge, elaborate affair at Jake's old house. Kane had just moved in with Adam and me, so he came along. It had been an unmitigated disaster from start to finish, culminating with a shattered windshield, a death threat, and a murder.

     “Let's hope this one ends a little differently,” I said.

     “Let's,” Kane agreed.

     “Well, I'm going to run to the office and see if there's any messages for me and maybe get a start on finding those phone numbers before I head back to the B&B.”

     “It's back to old Billy for me,” he said as he turned back to the computer. “I'll see
ya
later, Kill.”

     
“Later, Kane.”
I started out the door.

     “Hey,” he called, stopping me. I turned back. “How about making our own costumes? We can come up with ideas and get the stuff we need and then make them one day this week after school.”

I was hardly the craftiest person you'll ever meet, I didn't even want to think about what any costume I had to make would turn out to look like, but he looked so hopeful that there was no way I could turn him down. “Sounds great,” I said cheerily. “You come up with the idea and call me with a list of stuff you need. Ok?”

“Ok,” he said with such a huge smile that I was very glad I'd agreed.

     I drove to my office, but there were no messages on my desk. In fact, it didn't even look like Novak had been in today. The mail was still in the box and a yellow post-it note from a delivery service was stuck to the door. They would be back the next day to try again and after that, it was tough luck.

     “We need a secretary,” I grumbled as I sorted through the mail making two piles, one to give to Novak, and one to toss in the trash. Once that task was finished, I flipped open the phonebook to the M's. At four columns, calling every Martin in the book was a bit more than I wanted to take on. Lewis turned out to take up almost seven columns. It looked like the easy way was out.

     Then again, maybe there was an even easier way. I picked up the phone and dialed Judy's number. Luckily, she answered and not Jake.

     “Judy, this is Killian,” I said.

     
“Hi, Killian.
Has
Amalie
shown up yet?”

     “No, actually I'm calling about Jake.”

     “Oh, have you found something?”

     “I don't know yet,” I said carefully.
“Maybe.
I need to check some things first, before I say anything.”

     “It sounds serious.”

     “I don't want to say anything at this point. I don't know enough. I'm hoping you can help me. I'm trying to get phone numbers for Danielle Lewis and Craig Martin; they were friends of Jake's.”

     “I know Danielle and Craig, Danielle especially, but I don't think I have their phone numbers. Jake might have them somewhere, though. Hang on, I'll go look.”

     While I waited, I picked up a pencil and doodled absently on the back of an envelope destined for the trash can. It was a few minutes before Judy came back on the line.

     “Found them,” she said triumphantly. She read off the numbers and I jotted them down on the envelope. “You know,” she said, “I don't think he's really friends with them anymore. I talked to them when I first became suspicious and they said they didn't know any more than I did.”

     “What they might not be willing to tell a mom they might be willing to tell me,” I said. “You know that parents are like the enemy at that age. You just don't tell them any...” I glanced down at the envelope and stopped in mid-sentence.

     
“Killian?”
Judy asked. “Are you still there?”

     While I had been waiting for Judy, I had drawn words in bubble letters. Looking at them now, I was struck by the words my subconscious had chosen.
Escort.
Jake.
Money.
It was the only conclusion I had been able to come up with and the one I had been trying to avoid. Looking at the fact objectively, it was obvious. It would explain where the Jake's cash came from. Micah had even mentioned how much money he had made working as an escort. It would explain why Jake had a picture of Neal, actually, it didn't quite explain it since Neal claimed he never met his escorts, but how did I know he was telling me the truth? Maybe Jake was just too much to resist and he made an exception. Or maybe Jake figured it out somehow. He's a smart guy. It would explain where he kept disappearing to after school until late at night and even occasionally overnight. It would explain the expensive clothes. It would even explain the ticket to the Ball, one of his clients was taking him. It all just fit too perfectly. I didn't like it, but it just made too much sense. Then again, I didn't have to like it. I just had to prove it. All I had now was circumstantial evidence.