Chapter 9

“Okay. You, too. Get some rest.”

Drew rang off. Paul looked at the phone until it timed out and its screen went blank, leaving him in pitch blackness again. In the darkness he answered Drew’s question. Admitted it softly to the shadows.

“Yes. It would have been a bigger story.”

* * * *

The next Friday, Paul checked into a budget chain hotel in Manchester. He could afford a better hotel, but he wanted the anonymity. He left the room at nearly 10:00 p.m. and headed straight for the place he always came to when he had these monthly “weekends away.”

Canal Street. The gay pubs and bars. He never dared go to any of the scene bars back home. Not that therewere many. Two pubs that put a rainbow flag out. One monthly gay night at their one nightclub. He’d never been. The town was too small to dare.