A mystery set in the 1990's. In the bigger scheme of life it is such a small time ago, but in the reality of our lives much has moved forward, both in the gay life and in technology. It was interesting to be taken back. From the opening I was hooked.
When he saw through the windshield that the house lights were on, his skin prickled and he started trembling in nervous anticipation. This was the night, he thought, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that for a moment he wondered if it would snap off. From the darkness of his car he watched the figure move from one room to another, and he knew that at last he would have Michael to himself. Tonight was finally the night; there would be interruption...
He parked around the corner, carefully pulling his car into a pool of darkness. He took a deep breath, felt his heart churning wildly, then released the steering wheel from his death grip and looked at his hands. Shit, he thought, examining his palms, noting the perspiration glistening even in this stingy light. This would be the first time, the first one. Why shouldn't he be nervous as hell? Not long ago he'd realized he had no other choice, that this ws the next step in his life, as inevitable as the next breath and the one after that. But he still hadn't believed he was really going to go through with it. Not until now. There was no other step, no shirking the need, and he felt a rush of excitement meld with a rich sense of fear.
Todd is very emotional for a man who is uptight and afraid to be who he is. He is a man who has strived for success and on the cusp of achieving it finds it is not what is important but is it too late?
Except when he was sent out here to do a story he avoided this part of town, which distinguished itself from the freeways of Chicago or Dallas only by the intensity of the winter cold. Tonight, though, he'd finished a story hours ahead of schedule, yet couldn't bear to go home. He was so confused that he just couldn't make himself return to the empty place, so he kept going and going, driving on and wanting to get away, to flee from himself and this world he'd so carefully constructed over the past twenty-plus years. He'd cranked up the radio, gotten on some freeway, and somehow ended up out here, an impersonal land of concrete and mindless shopping malls.
The characters were complex. Their descriptions painted pictures in my mind. I felt for Todd and Michael and their love.
Their closest moments emotionally were when the lights were out and they were in bed, side by side. It was only then that everyone and everything was blocked out. Or rather, it was only then that the entire world seemed to spark from their love and passion. When Todd held Michael in his arms, when he was assured that no one was watching and judging and that the expectations of the world were blind to them both, he knew this was right, the two of the,. There was no paranoid double think, no wondering if others were looking, staring, hating. There was just the purity of the moment, the honesty of their emotions.