In the summer of 1944, Leslie Atwater -- feeling abandoned by his lover Edward -- rushes to London to enlist in the armed services. After failing the physical, he retreats to the sanctuary of St. Michael’s rectory and to the love and support of his brother Robert.<br><br>When a bomb explodes near St. Andrew’s Home for Boys, it unearths a skeleton of an adolescent. As Leslie, Edward, and Robert set about identifying the remains, the shocking discovery stirs up an old antagonism between the two brothers and brings to light a string of repressed memories for Leslie.<br><br>With the truth obscured by the passage of years, can Leslie and Edward sift through the lies and subterfuge to track down the coldhearted killer of a kindred spirit?

Kindred Spirit

“Sod that. I should be able to hold my husband’s goddamn hand if I want to.”


“Yes, you should. But we still have to be careful. People—”


“We’re civilized, but not quite.” Before letting go of Leslie’s hand, he rubbed his thumb against Leslie’s palm. “That’ll bring you good luck in the bedroom. Lots of illegal sex coming our way.”


“Now youstop. Don’t you see where this could lead?”


Edward glanced down and raised an eyebrow at the bulge in his lover’s trousers. “I’m seeing it right now. Looks like you’re in the mood again. Doesn’t take much, if memory serves.”


“All right. All right.” They were stopped at a signal and Leslie took the opportunity to slide over to the passenger side. “There. Happy?”


“I’m not the one who wanted you to move clear over there.”


“Listen, being serious again,” Edward said. “I don’t like to see you at odds with Robert, the one person who—”


Chapter 14