He leered at me. “We can be alone right here. They have rooms in the back.”
“I didn’t know that. You mean like a hotel?”
He laughed. “Not quite so fancy.” He stood up. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
We weren’t getting anywhere-no matter how I tried to direct the conversation toward Tommy Pang and Evan Gonsalves, Wayne steered it right back to the meeting of our two bodies. Maybe in a more private place I could get him to boast more.
I followed him through the bar, past the rest rooms to what I’d thought was a fire door to the outside. Instead, it swung open onto a narrow corridor. “Gee, I thought this was an exit,” I said. “I mean, being back here at the back of the bar, next to the bathrooms.”
I hoped they heard that out in the truck. “It’s kind of like a back door,” Wayne said. He put his hand on my ass and said, “I like back doors.”
“I’ve never done it like that. Is it fun?”
“Oh, baby, it’s the best,” he said. “I’ll bet you have a tight little ass, too.”
There were four small rooms on each side of the corridor. The doors to the first two on either side were closed, and in the third on the right a fat biker dude in leathers lay back on a narrow bed with his pants open and his dick out. The room across from his was open and empty and Wayne pulled me in there and closed the door.
“Alone at last,” he murmured. He pulled me close and we kissed, and I was in big-time danger right then of dropping the whole plan, unhooking the wire and making love with Wayne Gallagher until we dropped from exhaustion. It was an effort to pull back.
“You’re so sexy,” I whispered to him. “So big and powerful. I’ll bet you could do anything. You could make anybody do anything.”
“You know I can.” He chewed on my ear and ground his hard dick into my leg.
“You know how to take charge of a situation. Get things done,” I said. “I’ve seen you with Derek. You’re the real man in that relationship.”
“Baby, I’m all man, and I’m gonna show you.”
“You know what would make me really hot,” I said, tonguing his ear. “Tell me how you made the cop do it. How did you get him to kill himself?”
I undid the buttons on his shirt and sucked first on one nipple, then the other. “Use your teeth, man,” he said. “Make it hurt.”
“Go on,” I said, between tiny bites. “Tell me.”
“Oh,” he sighed. “It was that picture you showed Derek. The asshole had been blackmailing us, but we didn’t know his name.”
“Blackmailing you?”
“He must have seen Derek whack his old man with the police lock. He threatened to tell the cops.”
Wayne giggled and hiccupped some beer. “Good thing you aren’t a cop anymore.”
“Oh, yeah.” I licked a trail down through the blond hairs on his chest. He had a little bit of a belly, but I thought it was sexy. “Derek killed Tommy? I would have thought it was you. You’re the big strong one.”
He had his hands on my head, massaging it at the same time as he pushed me down towards his dick. “Tommy didn’t know Derek and I were lovers until he came back unexpectedly and found us making out on the desk,” he said. “He pulled out his gun.”
I unzipped Wayne’s pants and started feeling up his dick through his white jockey shorts. He squirmed and murmured and breathed heavy. “Go on,” I said. “This is getting me so hot. What next?”
“Tommy was standing in the open doorway, pointing his gun right at me. Derek was freaking out. He got around behind Tommy, looking around for something he could use to hit him. He grabbed the police lock and Tommy went down, half in the office and half in the alley.”
He shifted around to release his hard-on. I remembered how Fred the bartender had compared it to a beer can. “The cop must have been hanging out in the alley and saw what happened.”
I pulled his dick out of the slit in his jockeys. I didn’t have much experience, but it seemed huge to me, fat and fleshy and uncircumcised. I licked the side of it and Wayne squirmed again. I had to admit I liked having him in my power. It was as if I could make him do anything I wanted. “So the cop tried to blackmail you?”
“We were supposed to give him $50,000. But once Derek saw that picture he realized he knew the guy’s name. We went right out to his house after that.”
I took his dick in my mouth, sucked it a little, then licked it again. When I looked up at Wayne his eyes were glazed and he was breathing heavy. I pulled off him long enough to say, “But Derek was defending you, wasn’t he?”
I took my mouth off his prick and started licking the insides of his thighs. He shivered and I knew he was sweating. “We’ve been doing some other stuff,” Wayne said. “We didn’t want to have the police messing around.”
Wayne started moaning and squirming around. “The guy was a prick,” he said. “I got mad at him, and he mouthed off to me. He pulled a gun on us, you believe that?”
“What a jerk,” I said.
“So I wrestled him for the gun, and I shot him. Derek blew up at me, called me all kinds of names. I smacked him hard and he calmed down. Then he decided we had to make it look like suicide.”
He leaned over me as I sucked him, running his hands over my head and down my shoulders. Then I felt him touch the wire. “Hey!” he said. “What the hell is this?” He pulled back from me. “You fucker! You’re wired up!”
He pulled the microphone out of my collar and then tackled me. “You fucking asshole!” he said. “You think you can put one over on me!”
We wrestled back and forth, knocking against the walls of the narrow room. He got me down on the bed with his hands around my throat. I was kicking him and trying to get out from under him, but he had a big advantage in weight on me. I felt my ability to struggle wane away. It seemed easier somehow to just give up. In the distance, I heard somebody banging on doors, heard the sound of wood splintering, but it was all far away.
I think I was just about to black out when the door to the room burst open and suddenly I could breathe again. I looked up from the bed and saw Haoa and Wayne wrestling with each other. At least they were better matched for size than Wayne and I were. And I knew from hard experience my brother’s self-defense skills. He got Wayne backed up against the wall.
Then I saw Wayne reach for his pocket and I knew, instinctively, that he had a gun in it. I forced myself up off the bed just as he pulled the gun out and flipped the safety off. Haoa had him pinned against the wall and was taking deep breaths, not paying attention. I jumped at Wayne just as he raised the gun toward my brother.
I went for his gun hand. Wayne kneed Haoa out of the way, catching him at a moment of confusion, and it was him and me again, wrestling for the gun, and then it went off.
I swear that’s the way it happened. The report of the gun shocked us all, sounding twice as loud in that tiny room. And then Harry was in the doorway, and so was Lui, and Haoa and Wayne both slumped down to the floor, and all I wanted to do was go home for a nice long sleep.
AFTERMATH
“Jesus! Get this guy off me!” Haoa said. There was a gaping hole in Wayne Gallagher’s chest, and he was lying on top of my brother and bleeding over everything. From then on, things started happening very fast. Somebody called an ambulance and somebody else called the police, guys whipping out cell phones all over the place. I borrowed Lui’s and called Akoni at home.
“I hate to drag you out like this, brah,” I said. “But I’m in a little trouble and I need your help.”
I gave him the thirty-second version of what had happened and he said, “I’ll call Greenberg and be there as soon as I can. Don’t tell anybody anything.”
I desperately wanted a beer, sedatives, something, but I knew I couldn’t have anything. I was so wired I couldn’t stand still, and I jumped in to help a drag queen in silvery spandex perform CPR on Wayne. We couldn’t do much for him, and by the time the ambulance arrived he was dead, too much blood leaking out of the hole in his heart.