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A heavy rain fell from the night sky and the wipers of Booker’s Cadillac swept hypnotically back and forth across the windshield. Fragmented neon splashed a kaleidoscope of color across the wet footpaths, semi-illuminating those who were unfortunate enough to have been caught in the storm. Tom sat silently in the passenger seat, his mind in turmoil as he attempted to make sense of the day’s events.
When he had re-entered the Chapel after his encounter with Booker, everyone, including Doug, had kept their distance, refusing to meet his eye. He was not upset, he wanted the alone time so he could come to terms with what had happened in the alleyway. His and Booker’s relationship was suddenly hurtling down the highway at 100mph and he honestly did not know if he wanted to slam on the brakes or press the accelerator to the floor. In the space of four days, he had gone from being a staunch heterosexual male to a guy who had achieved one of his most explosive orgasms whilst being sucked off by another man in a filthy laneway. It was confusing. When he was with Booker, he wanted nothing more than to feel his hot lips pressed against him but when alone, he struggled to understand his feelings. There was still a nagging voice in his head telling him it was wrong, that people would be so disappointed in his decision to enter into a homosexual relationship. It was difficult for him to get his head around and even though he knew his feelings for Dennis were real, he could not help but wonder if perhaps the knock on the head he had received in the car accident had somehow changed his perceptions on life.
When Booker had returned to the Chapel dressed in a clean pair of denims, they had purposely avoided each other so as not to raise any suspicions. The day had been long and boring with no case to work on and when five o’clock came around, he had watched Booker slowly limp down the stairs before following him several minutes later. They had met in the car park and Dennis had once again suggested dinner. He had agreed somewhat reluctantly, unsure where the night would take them after that. They had left in separate cars and Booker had picked him up at his apartment an hour later. Dinner had been awkward, but he could not understand why. All he knew was that after their sexual liaison, Booker’s demeanor had changed. He knew the tossing away of the cane had been somewhat symbolic; Dennis no longer wanted to be viewed by others as disabled and he believed that the cane was starting to define him. But what Tom did not understand was the faraway look in Booker’s eyes when they had parted company outside the Chapel and he was starting to realize that his lover was a bit of an enigma.
Turning his head, he stared despondently out of the window at the blurred rainbow of colors that mottled the wet pavement. He was tired and he longed to crawl into his bed alone and block out the irritating voice in his head.
When the car slowed, he suddenly realized that they were pulling up outside his apartment. Unbuckling his seat belt, he turned to bid Booker goodnight and all his previous intentions went out the window. Two jet black eyes peered out through the darkness, their intense scrutiny causing his breath to catch in his throat. All thoughts of spending the night alone vanished and leaning forward, he pressed his lips against Dennis’ and kissed him lovingly. “Want to stay the night?” he murmured.
Dennis kissed him briefly then pulled away. “Not tonight,” he muttered distractedly.
Leaning back in his seat, Tom studied Booker’s face. “Tell me what’s wrong.” A flicker of sadness flashed in Dennis’ eyes but it disappeared so quickly that he could not be sure that he had really seen it. “Is it me?” he asked quietly. “Have you changed your mind about us?”
“No!” Dennis exclaimed in surprise, but when he saw the hurt in Tom’s eyes, he realized that his lover honestly believed that his melancholy mood had something to do with him. He quickly unbuckled his seat belt and leaning across the car, he pulled Tom into a clumsy embrace. “Of course I haven’t changed my mind. Jesus Christ Hanson, I’ve waited six months to hold you in my arms. Do you really think I’d throw it all away after only four days?”
Tom pulled away and tilting his head on one side, he stared at Dennis. “I don’t know what to think,” he muttered truthfully. “I’m so confused and I figured maybe you were too.”
Booker’s eyes clouded over. “Not about us I’m not,” he replied stiffly. “But if you’re having second thoughts then maybe you should walk away now.”
Hanson let out an exasperated snort. “That’s not what I’m saying Booker. Why do you always put words in my mouth? Do you know how annoying that is?”
The tenseness in Dennis’ shoulders relaxed and he sighed heavily. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I have a lot on my mind. Let’s just leave it for tonight… before we get into another argument.”
It was not the conclusion that Tom had hoped for but he recognized Booker’s need to be alone. He climbed out of the car and bending over, he peered through the open door. “See you tomorrow?”
Dennis managed a small smile. “Sure.” When the door slammed closed, he pulled away from the curb and disappeared into the night.
**
The operations area of the Chapel was quieter than it had been the day before and when Tom cast his eye around the room, he immediately noticed Booker’s absence. He checked his watch and a small frown furrowed his brow. When he spotted Penhall exiting Fuller’s office, he hurried over to his friend. “Have you seen Booker?”
Doug’s eyebrow arched in surprise. “Geez Hanson, what is it with you two? Lately, it’s like you’re joined at the hip.”
“Do you know where he is or not?” Tom snapped irritably. He was tired of Doug’s constant observations but he was also worried that the young officer might uncover their secret. His affair with Booker was still so new that he did not feel ready to explain to his best friend how, seemingly overnight, he had turned from being heterosexual to entering into a gay relationship with a man he had once hated. Every time he thought about it, it made his head spin and he could just imagine what Doug’s reaction would be. First there would be the look of horror, then disbelief and then there would be the interrogation, “Why are you doing this? Are you out of your mind? You’re not gay!” It was a conversation he was dreading but he was realistic enough to know that one day, the words would have to be said.
A hard expression passed over Penhall’s face. “I’m getting a little tired of your attitude Hanson,” he muttered in a low voice. “Whatever your issue is, get over it or you’re going to find yourself without a best friend.”
Tom passed a shaky hand through his hair and gave his friend a wan smile. “Sorry. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.” That he had just parroted Booker’s words was not lost on him and a shiver of apprehension ran through his body. “Do you know where he is?”
Doug narrowed his eyes and studied Tom’s face for several moments before replying. “He called in sick.”
A second shiver ran down Tom’s spine. Booker was up to something and he feared the worst. “Is Fuller in his office?” he asked in a voice that sounded unsteady even to his own ears.
When Penhall nodded, Hanson turned away and walked towards his superior’s office. He knocked on the open door, “Coach, can I see you for a moment?”
“Come in Hanson,” Fuller replied. “What’s on your mind?”
Hanson stepped into the room and gave Fuller a beseeching look. “I uh, I wondered if I could take the day off Coach, I’m not feeling too good.”
Fuller leaned back in his chair and gave Tom a hard look. “There seems to be a lot of that going around. First Booker and now you. So what sudden malady have you been afflicted with Hanson?”
Tom stared back at his captain and his expression was akin to a deer caught in a car’s headlights. Several long seconds ticked by before his brain finally kicked into gear. “Toothache!” he exclaimed a little too loudly and he probed his tongue theatrically around his mouth. “I need to see a dentist.”
Adam Fuller’s eyes narrowed skeptically. “Is that right?” he asked quietly. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with Booker would it?”
“No Cap’n,” Tom replied, his face a picture of wide-eyed innocence.
The second hand of the wall clock ticked noisily as Fuller pondered his decision. After several long, agonizing minutes, he leaned forward and placed both palms on his desk. “Twenty-four hours Hanson, that’s all you get. Understood?”
Tom lowered his gaze so he would not have to meet his captain’s stern glare. “Yes Coach.”
Turning away, he hurried from Fuller’s office and quickly ran down the stairs before Penhall could accost him with any more questions. It was only when he was sitting in his Mustang that he realized he had no clue as to where Booker might be. Closing his eyes, he gripped the steering wheel and attempted to channel his lover’s thoughts. Immediately, a vision popped into his mind and turning the key in the ignition, he sped out of the car park.
**
Classes were in session and the car park of Franklin High School was bereft of students. A lone figure dressed in black stood beneath the tall oak tree that had provided the backdrop to the horror day two months before. Tom parked his car and walked across the uncut grass. Stopping in front of his lover, he laid a gentle hand on his arm. “What are you doing here Dennis?” he asked gently.
Booker lifted his head and Tom was shocked to see tears in his eyes. He quickly pulled him to his chest and hugged him tight. “Hey, it’s okay. We survived and something good came out of it… we’re together now.”
Lifting his tear stained face, Dennis shook his head. “You don’t get it Hanson,” he muttered miserably. “Robbie Watkins will walk free and it’ll all be for nothing. I’ll have been left disabled for nothing.”
“We don’t know that,” Tom replied softly, “and it’s still early days. You’ve got more physio to go through and I’m sure that in a few months time you’ll be fine. You’ve just got to be patient.”
Booker’s demeanor immediately changed and he pushed Hanson away. “Bullshit,” he snarled bitterly. “I’ll never be the same again and that little shit will walk free because he’s had a hard life or his parents are divorced or because of some other lame-assed excuse that the judge will take into consideration. It’s not fair Hanson, it’s not fucking fair!”
As he swiped angrily at the hot tears streaming down his face, Tom took hold of his free hand and gave the fingers a squeeze. “You’re right, it’s not fair. But there’s nothing we can do about it, we just have to let the case go through due process and hopefully—”
Booker snatched his hand away in anger. “Why do you have to do everything by the book Hanson?” he yelled. “You’re such a fucking puritan!”
Tom’s eyes filled with hurt. “Why are you attacking me?” he asked in a subdued voice. “I agree with everything you say but I don’t see any way around it. It’s up to the court to decide what happens to Watkins.”
Dennis rolled his eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake Hanson, we don’t have to sit here and do nothing, We need to be proactive! There are things we can do to make sure this scumbag never points a gun at anyone else EVER AGAIN!”
A cold chill of foreboding ran through Tom’s body. “What kind of things?” he asked nervously. “Fuller said—”
“Fuck Fuller,” Booker growled and his dark eyes flashed determinedly. “I’ve got a plan.
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