Date: Fri, 16 Aug 2002 12:40:54 EDT
From: MystryAuthr@aol.com
Subject: Chapter 24 of The Truth of Yesterday

Josh Aterovis is the author of Bleeding Hearts (ISBN: 1930928688) and
the upcoming Reap the Whirlwind (Coming in 2003), published by
Renaissance Alliance Publishing Inc. (http://www.rapbooks.biz) The
Truth of Yesterday is the fourth book in the Killian Kendall series.

Visit "Black Sheep Productions" for more information.
Official Site of the Killian Kendall Mystery Series
http://www.steliko.com/bleedinghearts

Chapter 24

	For one shocked, confused moment, I actually returned the kiss. It
was as if instinct took over and my lips responded of their own
accord. Then my brain caught up and I reacted. I twisted my face away,
planted my hands firmly against his chest, and shoved with all my
strength. Noah stumbled back, tripped on an uneven paving stone, and
sprawled backwards onto the ground, where he lay looking up at me with an
expression of disbelief.

	"Noah, I have a boyfriend," I said softly. I reached out a hand to
help him up. He stared at my hand for a minute, then purposefully ignored
it as he stood up without my assistance.

	"You know," he said in a low, tense voice as he brushed off his
bottom, "I'll admit I'm not blameless here, but let's get one thing very
clear; neither are you. You've been sending out mixed signals to me since
the day we met. You were staring at me that day in the bookstore, you flirt
with me, you've been dancing with me all night, you come out here alone
with me, and I know damn well you kissed me back just now."

	"You're right and I'm sorry. I have been sending out mixed
signals. The truth is I am attracted to you. I can't deny that. I like
you. If I wasn't already dating someone then I'd probably want to date
you. But I am dating someone; someone I care about very much. I'm sorry if
I confused you or hurt you, but I can't do anything to risk losing
Micah. He means too much to me."

	Noah slumped against the wall and slowly slid down to a crouching
position on the ground, his back to the brick. "How much does he mean to
you?" he asked.

	"Everything," I answered simply.

	"What does that mean?"

	"It means...I want to be with him. It means I can't stand the
thought of losing him. It means I really want to try and make it work. It
means...it means I love him." I sank down Indian style to the ground a few
feet away facing him. "It's taken a lot to get us to the point we're at
now. I don't know if this is a forever thing, but it feels like it could
be, and that's all I know right now. Do you understand?"

	"Not really. I've wanted that for so long, but I've never
experienced anything like it. It seems like most guys aren't looking for
that. All they want is a quick screw, or maybe a fuck buddy. I want more. I
hoped that maybe I could have that with you. Maybe I'll never have
it. Maybe I'm not meant to have it."

	"Don't say that. You'll find someone. You have to believe
that. You're so young still, how can you give up?"

	"I never really knew any other gay people until I got to
college. When I got here I got involved with Haven and suddenly I had
friends who understood, who were like me.  But we're all single most of the
time. You're the only person I know in a serious relationship. The longest
anyone in Haven has been in a relationship is a couple of months at the
most."

	"You're in college. How many straight couples do you know who are
in serious relationships? And they have more of a selection to choose from!
We're what? Ten percent at best? And how many of those are even out of the
closet?"

	He shrugged. "I guess you're right. Intellectually, I know you're
right.  Emotionally, I'm just tired of being alone."

	"Well, I can't be your boyfriend, but I would like us to be
friends, if we can," I said.

	He smiled a sad smile. "If I can keep from jumping you, you mean?"

	"No! That's not..."

	"I was trying to make a joke, Killian. I'd like us to be friend
too, and I know I've said that before, but I mean it. Now I know where the
boundaries are, and I know I don't have a chance with you as something more
than friends. At least not while Micah is in the picture. Not that I'm
wishing you would break up or anything," he added quickly.

	I laughed. "At least not too much?"

	He smiled; a real smile this time. "I still have to meet this
guy. He really must be something special to have won your heart so
completely. I just hope I can keep from being too jealous."

	Just then, the door opened and Kane came out, obviously looking for
me, or perhaps I should say checking up on me.

	"Over here, Kane," I called softly, so as not to disturb the other
amorous couples.  He turned and walked over, eying the distance between us
with undisguised approval.

	"I hadn't seen you in awhile so I thought I'd look for you," he
said bluntly.

	"You know, I was supposed to be the one keeping an eye on you," I
told him.

	"Just goes to show that Father doesn't always know best," Kane
commented dryly.

	I grinned up at him, then turned my attention back to Noah. "You
ready to go back in?" I asked.

	"Might as well, I'm pretty chilly."

	"Maybe if you weren't naked..." Kane muttered under his breath,
just loud enough for me to hear.

	I snorted, but turned it quickly into a cough. "You'll warm up
quick enough inside," I said.

	We stood up and the three of us walked back inside. It seemed like
more people had arrived while we were outside.

	"It's a really good turnout," I commented. "I have to admit I'm a
little surprised this many people would come out for a dance put on by a
gay/straight alliance."

	"It's not just our school," Noah explained while Kane scanned the
crowd, for Lila I assumed. "We went in with the other three schools in this
area and the other two large schools on the Shore. Plus, everyone knows
gays throw the best parties so everyone shows up to these things. Probably
less than half the people here even have gay tendencies."

	I laughed. I noticed several guys who definitely had gay
tendencies, judging by the way they were eying Noah hungrily. "Well, with
this many people here, you shouldn't stay with me the whole
night. Mr. Right might be out there while we speak."

	"And if not Mr. Right, then at least maybe Mr. Right Now," he said
morosely.

	"Go have fun." I gave him a little push and he gave me a crooked
smile in return.

	"I'm sorry," he said.

	"Don't apologize. It's over, forgotten."

	"I hope it's not forgotten. I'd like to think I'm not that
forgettable."

	 I winked and shooed his away. I moved off to one side and sat on
the edge of a bench. Several guys and at least two girls approached to ask
me to dance, but I wasn't really in a dancing mood any more. What I really
wanted to do was see Micah, but I could see Kane dancing with Lila and it
was obvious he wasn't ready to go.

	"Why the long face?" Val said, appearing beside me.

	"Just missing my man," I said shifting over to let her sit down.

	"Did he have to work?"

	"Yeah. He's a reporter and he's working on a big story."

	"He's not the one who broke the big scandal with the council is
he?"

	"Actually, yeah. Micah Gerber."

	"I saw him on TV. He's pretty hunky."

	I giggled. "Yeah, he is."

	We sat in silence for a minute, then she cleared her throat. "I
know this is probably none of my business," she began, "but I couldn't help
but notice you seemed pretty, um, close to Noah tonight."

	"It's not..."

	"Hey, like I said, it's none of my business. It's just that Noah is
a good friend and I'd hate to see him get hurt, so if you're just playing
around..."

	"Val, really, it's not like that. We talked earlier tonight and
everything's fine.  We're just friends. Things got a little confusing
tonight, but we got it all worked out."

	"Yeah?"

	"Yeah."

	"Good. I'm glad to hear that. So. You want to go see your
boyfriend?"

	"Yeah, but Kane's having such a good time with your cousin that I
don't want to ask him to leave."

	"They do see to be hitting it off, don't they? You're brother seems
like a nice kid."

	"He is; he's a great kid. I can brag because he's not really my
brother. His dad took me in when my dad kicked me out. I've lived with them
for the last two years and for all intents and purposes, they're my
family. Adam is just like my dad and Kane is like a brother."

	"Wow, that's really great that he took you in like that."

	"Yeah, Adam is a great guy. There aren't many like him." I paused,
then added to be polite, "I only met her for a second but Lila seems nice
too."

	"Lila...well, Lila's been through a lot," Val said slowly.

	When she didn't elaborate, I asked, "Like what?"

	"Oh, I don't really want to go into right now. Family stuff, you
know? It's just not been easy for her. She came to live with my family this
summer. She doesn't really know many people yet and she's bi so I invited
her to the dance. I'm glad she met Kane. Look, if you want to leave, why
don't you go ahead. I'll keep an eye on the kids and I'll drive Kane home
afterwards."

	"I don't want you to go to all that trouble," I protested.

	"No, really. It's no trouble. I'm going to be here anyway. I have
to keep an eye on Lila and it's not like they've been more than a few feet
apart all evening. It's no extra work."

	"You really don't mind?"

	"I really don't mind. Go. See your boyfriend." She smiled and gave
me a little push.

	"Thanks, Val. I really appreciate it."

	She shrugged. "De nada."

	I stood up, then bent to give her an impulsive hug that seemed to
catch her by surprise. I interrupted Kane and Lila's slow dance long enough
to let him know what the new arrangements were. Predictably, he was quite
agreeable to the change in plans. I started to say good night to Noah but
he seemed pretty busy with a tall redhead dressed like the Cat in the Hat
so I left him alone and slipped out of the party.

	A short time later, I pulled into the parking lot of the newspaper
Micah worked for. Micah's car was there, along with several others. I'd
never been here at night before, and now that I was here, I had no idea how
to get in. I was pretty sure the doors would be locked and there probably
wasn't a receptionist at the desk at this time of night.

	I was standing next to my car trying to decide what to do when a
side door opened and a black woman in her late thirties stepped out and lit
up a cigarette. She hadn't noticed me, and she jumped as I approached. Her
eyes grew wide when she took me in, complete in my Zephyr costume. It
belatedly occurred to me that it might have been a good idea to change
before going out in public. Oh well, it was too late now. I reached up and
pulled off the mask in an attempt to reduce the damage.

	"Hi, is Micah working?" I asked in as normal a voice as I could
manage, as if I always walked around in a skin tight bright red outfit with
a Chinese symbol on my shoulder.

	"Uh, yeah," she said without taking her eyes off of me. I was
beginning to feel like a piece of meat, the way she was blatantly ogling my
body.

	"Could you please tell him Killian is here to see him?"

	She blinked and looked at my face for the first time, her eyes
widening even more if that was possible. "You're Killian? As in Micah's
boyfriend?"

	It was my turn to be surprised. "He talks about me?" I hadn't even
known Micah was out at work.

	"Not to everyone," she said, taking me in again from head to toe as
she sucked in on the cigarette and slowly blew out a stream of
smoke. "Damn. Micah said you were cute but he never mentioned that you were
Superman."

	"It's Zephyr actually," I said, fighting a blush and losing. She
looked at me blankly. "The costume. It's Zephyr, not Superman. I just came
from a costume party."

	"You mean you don't dress like this all the time?" She
grinned. "Too bad." She took a final drag from her cigarette and flicked it
away with a practiced gesture. "I'll go let him know you're here."

	"Sorry for interrupting your smoke break," I called.

	She paused in the door way and turned back, giving me one last once
over, "Honey, you can interrupt me looking like that any day." With that,
she turned and went inside. A few minutes later, the door opened and Micah
exited wearing a curious expression. When he saw me, his eyes widened and a
grin quickly spread across his face.

	"When Tina said a superhero was waiting to talk to me in the
parking lot I thought she'd lost her mind," he chuckled. I laughed. "Hold
still, I want to take this in." He walked around me in a slow circle,
looking at me from every angle. "Wow, you look...wow."

	"Micah Gerber at a loss for words?" I joked. "I really must have
super powers."

	"Right now you're making me feel like Superman when he gets near
kryptonite- weak in the knees." He grabbed me and pulled me against him for
a tight hug. "Do you have any idea how hot you look?"

	"And I don't even have my mask on," I said, although it came out
somewhat muffled since my face was mashed against his shoulder.

	"I'm serious," he said, pushing me away and holding me at arms
length. "I really wish I could have been there tonight."

	"Me too," I said sincerely.

	For the first time, it seemed to dawn on him that I was here and
not at the dance.  He glanced down at his watch and frowned. "What are you
doing here? It can't be over already."

	"No, things were really just getting going when I left. In fact, I
left Kane there."

	"Then why are you here?"

	"I just needed to see you," I said with a shrug.

	He pulled me against him again for a much gentler hug this time.

	"I'm sorry I'm interrupting your work," I said after a minute of
just enjoying being held by him.

	"Oh please. I welcome any break, especially if it involves you. So,
how about if you tell me why you're really here?"

	I pulled back, surprised. "What do you mean?" I asked defensively.

	"Easy. I'm not accusing you of anything. It's just that I can tell
there's more to the story than you've told me. If you don't want to talk
about it, that's cool."

	"It's not that I don't...it's just..." I sighed. "You know that guy
Noah from Haven?"

	"Yeah, the one who invited you to go?"

	"Yeah, him." I took a deep breath. "He, um...he kissed me tonight."

	Micah's expression didn't change. "Did you kiss him back?" he asked
conversationally, as if he was asking how the weather was.

	"I don't know," I said miserably. "Maybe for a second. And then I
realized what I was doing and told him to stop; that I was dating you."

	"And then what happened?"

	"We talked about it for a while. I told him that you meant too much
to me to risk losing you."

	"And that's it?"

	"Yeah."

	He shrugged and smiled. "Ok."

	"Ok?"

	"Yeah. Ok. Thanks for telling me."

	"You're not mad?"

	"Why would I be mad? We've talked about this before. We're going to
be attracted to other people-that's inevitable. What's important is how you
react to that attraction. You decided that we were more important than your
attraction to Noah. How could I be upset about that? I'm just really glad
you trusted our relationship enough to tell me."

	I rushed into his arms again and choked back a sob. "Damn it," I
sniffled. "You just keep getting more and more amazing. I don't know how
much more I can take. How did I get so lucky?"

	"Hey, I'm the one holding a hot little superhero. Speaking of
which, now that we've got that out of the way, how about if you put that
mask on? Just for me?"

	I giggled as I stepped back and obliged. He let out a wolf-whistle
that I was sure they had to hear in the next state.

	"Why do I have to go back to work?" he lamented.

	I frowned. "How late do you have to work?"

	"I don't know. I guess I could leave it for the night. Why? Do you
have something else in mind?"

	I gave him a slow wink and my most suggestive smile. "I'm sure I
could think of something."

	He grinned and adjusted himself. "I think I'll just run in and let
them know I'm leaving for the night. My place or yours?"

	"Yours, I think. Adam wouldn't be happy if I showed up without
Kane. I'll deal with that tomorrow."

	"Great, I'll be right out."

	While I waited, I thought about how blessed I was to have a guy
like Micah. That thought returned several more times that night and again
when I woke up the next morning.

* * *
	"Well, it's not that Zephyr costume, but you still look pretty damn
hot," Micah said from behind me. I contemplated my reflection in the
full-length mirror in Micah's bedroom. I'd never worn a tuxedo before and I
still wasn't sure if I really liked it or not.

	"I think I look like a penguin," I complained.

	"Babe, penguins don't turn me on. You do. 'Nuff said."

	I laughed. "How come you look so much better in these things than I
do?" I asked, turning to admire him. The tuxedos looked pretty much the
same, I mean, how different can two all black suits be? The only difference
I could really see was that Micah's lapels were satin and mine were
embroidered with black silk thread. Somehow thought, he looked a lot better
in his. I felt like a little kid playing dress-up. To be honest, I hadn't
felt this ridiculous in the superhero costume.

	"Oh stop," he chided. "You look fantastic. Put your shoes on."

	I did as he said and turned for one last doubtful look at my
reflection. "I'm not wearing one of these at our wedding," I mumbled as I
followed him from the room. He stopped so suddenly I ran right into him.

	He turned slowly around to face me. "What did you say?" he asked in
a low voice.

	I realized what I had said and blushed furiously.

	"We're getting married?" he persisted.

	I opened and closed my mouth a few times but nothing came out.

	"Are you proposing to me, Killian Kendall?"

	"I...I...I..."

	He grinned and let me off the hook, "Breathe, Killian. Inhale,
exhale. I'm just kidding. I know we're not there yet, I was just teasing
you."

	My knees buckled a bit as air rushed back into my lungs. As much as
I loved Micah, I definitely wasn't ready for that level of commitment.

	Micah reached out and straightened my tie. "One day, maybe we'll be
there. It's not such a bad thought, is it?"

	I shook my head no, slipped my hand into his, and pulled him close
for a kiss. He broke away a few minutes later.

	"Before we get too carried away and decide to just skip the ball, I
have a few more surprises for you," he said.

	"More surprises?" I echoed.

	He walked over to the breakfast bar and picked up a rectangular
white box about twelve inches square and three inches deep. He handed it to
me and I was surprised at how light it was.

	"Open it," he said.

	I sat down on the couch, lifted the lid, and caught my
breath. Inside was an exquisite mask. It was covered in hundreds of tiny
brilliantly colored glass beads in an intricate pattern.

	"Micah, it's beautiful. Where did you get it?"

	"I have my sources," he said, positively beaming at my reaction. "I
was hoping you'd like it. Each bead was hand sewn onto it."

	"It must have cost a fortune!"

	"Let's not talk about that. I can say that I couldn't afford two of
them, so mine's a little less...unique." He produced a white Phantom of the
Opera half-mask from behind the counter somewhere and held it up to his
face. It was obviously not one of the cheap plastic ones but it was nothing
like the mask on my lap.

	"I'm afraid to even wear it," I said. "It's a work of art."

	"Of course you're going to wear it and yes, it is a work of art. I
didn't spend that much money for something to sit in a box. And after the
Ball I'll have it framed or something and you can hang it on the wall."

	I stood up and gave him a tight hug. "Thank you," I whispered.

	"You're welcome. Now, we have to go or we're going to be late."

	I agreed and we started for the door. Usually, we'd want to make a
fashionably late entrance, but this time we wanted to be in place before
Jake got there so we could observe him, hopefully without his seeing us
first. It had the added bonus of being able to see all the "beautiful
people" as they arrived. We were at the door before I remembered that Micah
had said he had a few more surprises and so far, I'd only seen my mask.

	"Hey, what are the other...?" I stopped mid-question as he opened
the door and I got my answer.

	An obscenely long black limousine was sitting in the parking lot,
complete with uniformed driver waiting patiently by the door for us. The
drive there was incredible. I couldn't believe Micah had gone to all this
trouble.

	"I know you're technically working, but I wanted it to be special,"
he explained.  "The AIDS Ball is one of the social events of the year, and
attending, even while on a case, should be a big deal."

	The Ball was being held in the ballroom of the nicest hotel in the
city. I'd never been there before that night, but I'd heard it was a
spectacular room. It lived up to its reputation...and then some. It was
done in the opulent style of the Golden Age of Hollywood; crystal
chandeliers, red carpets, dark wood polished to such a shine you could
practically see your reflection. I fully expected to see Bette Davis,
Marlene Dietrich, and Cary Grant sipping a martini around every corner.

	Not many people were there when we arrived, which is just the way
we'd planned it. We were able to position ourselves in a fairly
inconspicuous spot where we could observe the people coming in the main
doors and the rest of the room at the same time.  The crowd began to arrive
soon after. It was a veritable who's who of Eastern Shore society. Micah
kept up a running commentary for me since I didn't know most of them.
There were various local officials and politicians, a congressman, the
mayor, the police chief, some of the wealthiest, and therefore influential,
residents of the lower Shore-the list went on and on until I eventually
lost track of who was who.

	I noticed that many of the local officials who wandered by us,
seemed to recognize Micah. As they did, their face would take on a rather
disgusted expression and they would make a show of turning their backs to
him. Some of the looks were downright hostile.

	"Does your status as official pariah have anything to do with that
article?" I asked him finally.

	"Yeah. Try not to let it bother you. Just ignore them."

	"You'd think they would be grateful to have the corruption
exposed," I fumed.

	Micah snorted. "Surely you jest. First off, the ones that were
exposed as corrupted were popular. Some of them had been in local politics
for decades. That makes me the bad guy. Secondly, corruption has a way of
spreading to everyone associated with those involved with the corruption,
whether they were actually involved or not. It taints everyone with a
certain suspicion. Since this is an election year, that once again makes me
the bad guy. Are you seeing a trend here? And finally, I wouldn't be at all
surprised if some of these people here were involved in the corruption and
they were just better at hiding their involvement. Like I've said, this
thing is a lot bigger than we originally thought and I'm just beginning to
see how big it is now."

	Just then, the mayor approached us. I wondered if he was going to
tear into Micah about the article, but his warm smile immediately dispelled
that thought. He shook Micah's hand and then mine as Micah introduced
us. He made polite noises in my direction, and then turned his attention
back to Micah.

	"Mr. Gerber," he began.

	"Please, Mr. Mayor, call me Micah."

	"Only if you'll call me Phil," he said with a wide politician's
smile. "Micah, I just wanted to say that you're doing excellent work on
this corruption case and you have my full support. I know certain people
may be giving you a hard time, but you're doing the right thing."

	"Thank you, Mayor...er...Phil. That means a lot," Micah said
sincerely.

	They shook hands again and the mayor wandered off to glad handle
his other voting constituents.

	I was just returning my attention to the doors when Micah grabbed
my elbow and started to drag me off. "Where are we going?" I asked.

	"I want you to meet someone," he said. He steered me towards a
distinguished looking gentleman talking to a group of equally distinguished
men and women. The man looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place where I
had seen him before. The first thing I noticed was that he was very
tall. He towered over almost everyone else present. He wasn't, however, one
of those tall people shaped like sticks. He was more like a tree, maybe a
sequoia. He was just plain huge. His short hair was iron gray and not a
hair was out of place. Somehow, though, even with his considerable bulk, or
maybe because of it, he carried himself with an effortless grace.

	"Dr. Mason," Micah said, and the large man turned and smiled when
he saw Micah.

	"Micah," he said in a surprisingly soft, cultured voice. He
separated himself from the group of people with whom he'd been talking and
moved a few feet away with us.  "So good to see you." He looked to me and
his eyes twinkled. Where had I seen him before? "And who is this?"

	"This is my boyfriend, Killian Kendall. Killian, this is Dr. Hiram
Mason."

	His name clicked into place as I reached out to shake his
hand. "You're the president of Pemberton University," I said, quite
unnecessarily since I'm sure he knew who he was.

	"That would be correct. It's a pleasure to meet you, Killian. Are
you a student?"

	"Yes, sir. In my first year."

	"None of this sir business." His eyes sparkled again and I felt
like I was missing out on some great joke. "This is quite a party, isn't
it? Although, I have to say I've seen better. The music is a little a
dull." He said, tilting his head towards the live jazz band playing at one
end of the room.

	"You'd rather they played a little techno?" Micah asked. I was
surprised at his familiar tone. I hadn't even known Micah knew the
president of Pemberton.

	"Disco was more my era, Micah," he said with a chuckle. "But I'm
afraid my dancing days are over."

	"Oh, I believe you could still dance circles around anyone here,"
Micah said with a grin.

	His comment pulled up a memory from a few weeks ago and suddenly my
brain made the connection with a jolt like an electric shock. I felt my
mouth drop open and my eyes grow wide as I stared rudely at
Dr. Mason. Micah leaned over casually and used one finger below my chin to
shut my mouth.

	Dr. Mason, obviously trying to hide a smile, patted me on the
shoulder. "Our little secret, Killian," he said.

	I nodded mutely as one of the women from the group of people he'd
been with when we approached disengaged herself and took his arm. She
looked to be a little younger than he, with dyed blonde hair and slightly
too much makeup for her age. Her dress was one size too small for her
figure and her jewelry could only be described as ostentatious. They made a
decidedly mismatched pair.

	"Dear, this is an old friend Micah Gerber and his friend Killian
Kendall," Dr.  Mason introduced us. "This is my wife, Lenore."

	Before Micah or I could say a word, assuming I was yet capable of
speech, her face took on a pouty expression. "I'm thirsty, Hi," she whined.

	"Then we'll get a drink. Boys, if you'll excuse me..."

	"Of course," Micah said.

	"It was nice meeting you, Killian," Dr. Mason said, I nodded again
and he gave me a surreptitious wink as they moved off.

	"Charming lady, isn't she?" Micah asked when they were out of
earshot.

	"That..."

	"Hmm?"

	"He..."

	"Spit it out, Killian."

	"He's married?"

	"Yep. Forty-five blissful years, I think it is."

	"But..."

	"But what?"

	I shook my head silently. I'd have to think on that one for a
while.

	It was turning out to be a night of surprises and I hadn't even
found Jake yet. I scanned the room as we started back towards our
observation spot. I suddenly froze in my tracks as I received the biggest
surprise of the evening. On the far side of the room, I had spotted
Jake. That wasn't the surprising part; I'd come specifically to find him,
after all.  It wasn't even all that surprising that he'd gotten in without
us seeing him. He could have easily slipped in either while we were talking
to the mayor or Dr. Mason. The surprising part was whose arm he was hanging
on.

	Micah realized I had stopped and followed my gaze. "Well, I'll be
damned," he breathed. "I didn't expect to see him here."

	"You know him?" I gasped.

	"Not personally, but I know of him. Every reporter in the tri-state
area, and possibly farther than that, knows who he is. That's Fenton
Black."

	"No it isn't!" I blurted out. "That's Neal!"