71

Green ivy creeps toward a gargoyle, University of Toronto
As Nick sits in the plastic chair across from Detective Lewis she asks, “What’s your connection with Natasha Panov?”

Nick shakes his head. “We both go to Christie, but we don’t really know each other. She’s a friend of a friend.”

“You reside in residence.” Detective Wolfrom says from behind. Nick picks up the chair and turns it 45° so he can see both detectives. Lewis suppresses a smile at this simple method of defeating the interrogation ploy. Of course it wouldn’t work in a real interrogation room, where the ‘client’ chair is generally bolted to the floor.

Nick nods. “Yes, I’m in a married student residence.”

“You don’t live in Fyfield House with Natasha Panov?”

“No. In one of the bungalows with my wife Kate.”

“So, how’s the home life, Mr. Stone?”

Nick bristles, but keeps his tone even. “I’m very happily married thank you. For the most part the only people I come in contact with are Christie personel and med students.”

“Students like Barbie Janzen.”

Nick looks at Lewis. “Along with my studies I am employed as a teaching assistant. Barbie Janzen is one of the first year students I’ve had occasion to supervise.”

“There’s been some suggestion that your relationship with Ms. Janzen may not be strictly platonic.”

Lewis thinks she sees anger flash across the man’s face, but it’s gone so quickly she’s not sure. “You must be kidding.” Nick Stone clenches his jaw, but manages to keep it together when he answers. “Whoever told you that is way out in left field. In my opinion it’s unlikely Ms. Janzen will complete the program.”

“An untoward romantic entanglement, Nick?” asks Lewis.

Nick shrugs mildly. “More philosophical differences.”

Lewis frowns. “Pardon me, Doc?”

“I’m not a doctor, detective, I’m a med student. Ms. Janzen’s problem is a work ethic conflict. She thinks she can become a doctor without doing the work. In my books, that’s a conflict.”

“So, you’re telling us there isn’t any sexual harassment?”

Nick shrugs. “Not from me.”

Wondering what that’s supposed to mean, Detective Lewis studies Nick Stone. Most guys would be through the roof by this point, but this one is unnaturally calm. Is it because the guy is a sociopath or is he just good doctor material?

“How well do you know Ms. Panov?”

“I don’t, actually. Pretty much the only reason I even know of Natasha is that I work out with her friend Boris. And I only know Boris because we hit the gym at the same time Tuesday nights.”

“Would you know where Boris is?”

Nick frowns, startled. “Uh, no. You haven’t talked to him?”

“There’s been no sign of him. Although everyone seems to have watched his argument with Ms. Panov yesterday, no one appears to know where he is now.”

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72

red and gold fall foliage late in the day

Although cleaned up, Bo’s dual black eyes make him look less than an upstanding citizen as he barrels through the hospital lobby. He heads for the information desk, where he gets directions to Natasha’s room. He pays no attention to the receptionist picking up the phone as he heads toward the elevator.

Approaching Natasha’s room, Boris slows down. What if she’s still mad at him. Wait, he’s supposed to be mad at her.

Never been very good at carrying a grudge though.

He peeks around the door jamb to see if she’s awake and Natasha’s peal of laughter tells him she is. Boris is so relieved he smiles as he steps into the room but his face falls as he takes in her bandages and bruising.

“Oh Nat, I’m so sorry. I should have been there for you.”

Natasha shakes her head. “What, after I did that to you? And then I laugh at you? I am such a bitch!”

“No you aren’t.”

“Yes I am,” sniffling, Natasha looks perfectly miserable. “I’m sorry I hit you, god knows I’ve seen the error of my ways. Hitting is bad. Muy bad.”

A little hopeful, Boris asks, “Does that mean there’s a chance you’ll go out with me?”

“No, it doesn’t. Look, just pull that chair over here and sit so we can talk. It’s important.”

Boris does as she asks, and settles beside her. “Can I hold your hand at least?”

“Yes,” she says, and he notices that her eyes are awfully moist. Up close he can also see quite a bit of bruising fanning out from her bandage.

“Look, I’ve been laying here in torment, not knowing if you were ever gonna speak to me again. You’re my best friend, Boris, I’ve never felt closer to anyone than I do to you. But I just don’t have romantic feelings for you and I never will. I just can’t.”

“But the kiss? You let me kiss you.”

“No. I stopped fighting you off because it wasn’t doing any good. Anything good you got out of that kiss was all in your mind Bo. It was not good for me.”

“You didn’t like it even a little?”

“No. I thought you knew right from the start. I thought we were so great because you knew and you didn’t care.”

“Knew what?”

“That I’m a lesbian, Bo.”

He gapes at her, not getting it.

“I like girls. You aren’t my type, Bo, you’re the competition.”

Stunned, Boris lets go her hand. “Oh.”

“You didn’t know.”

“Of course I didn’t know. Do you think I’d have made a pass at you if I’d known? Why didn’t you ever say anything? I thought we were friends. Jeeze Nat, I have to think about this.”

“Here I thought you were such a cool guy and it turns out you weren’t cool at all, you were just clueless.” Natasha laughs, which turns into a prodigious yawn.

Boris shrugs. “Hey whaddayawant? I’m just a nice Croatian boy looking for love. Apparently in all the wrong places.”

“Lots of guys think it’s cool, they think they’ll turn me on so that they can have a threesome. Or ‘reform’ me which I very much doubt is possible. I am definitely hard wired.” Natasha looks over at Boris, who sits there, still looking so stunned. “You taking any of this in, Bo?”

“Yeah. Oh man, I’m just realizing how shitty it’s gotta be for you to get attacked like that.”

“It’s a weird one, Bo. See, I was knocked out first, so it doesn’t seem real to me. Yet. I dunno. But even though it happened to my body, I wasn’t around for it, so that’s something. Of course, they’ve been keeping me so high I can’t hardly feel anything, and I’m probably really messed up down there. But my head knows, and it is some pissed off, let me tell you. They did a rape kit, a pregnancy test and an AIDS test on me before I even came to.”

“Oh god.”

“I’m not knocked up, but there’s good news and bad news.”

“Okay, good. What’s the bad news?”

“The bastard didn’t have the decency to wear a rubber so I’ll be doing a series of AIDS tests over the next couple of years.”

“And the good news?”

“If they catch him they’ve got DNA to put him away.”

“Great. I guess. Maybe I’m just selfish, because all I really care about is that you’re alive. I’m so glad. I couldn’t even imagine a world without you, Nat.” He turns away, and she can tell he’s sniffling.

“Come on Bo, can the mush. Talk about something else.”

“Like what? You’re in a hospital bed. They aren’t gonna let me smuggle in your Underworld DVDs.”

“Why not? What else am I gonna do?” She yawns deeply again. “Except maybe sleep. Hey, you know, there is one good thing about this.”

“What?” Boris can’t imagine anything good from this.

“I’m out of the closet now. That’s something. You know what, I was so scared about it but it feels great. But then maybe that’s the drugs. You’re still my friend, right Bo?”

“Don’t be a stupid. Of course I am.”

“And you know, now that I’m out, I can tell my best friend who I have the hots for.”

“No. Uh uh. I don’t want to think about that.”

“Hmm. I guess if you like me, you can’t possibly be a boob man. God, I love a good set.”

“Oh. Nat, ” In spite of himself Boris finds himself chuckling. “What you are doing to all my misconceptions!”

“This is so great. I feel so great to be able to talk to you about … guess who I have the hots for?” she yawns again, and Boris can see she’s fading.

“I can’t guess. Why don’t you tell me, who do you have the hots for?”

“That’s it, you’re not gonna guess?”

“Lemme get used to the idea, okay? Besides, you know I don’t have to guess, you’ll tell me.”

“Says who? Come on, just guess.”

“Okay, how about Barbie?”

“No way, I need a woman with a brain. I mean come on Bo, you gotta have something to talk about afterward.”

“Maybe you do, but I don’t.”

“I never knew you were such a pig!”

“Oink. Okay then how about Elsie. That girl is so hot.”

“Oh yeah she’s great looking but she’s got the personality of a Borg or something. Too tough. No, the one I like is Liz. She’s such a sweetheart. I’ve got such a crush on that girl. Except I know she’s so straight I cut myself just looking at her.”

“You can tell?”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Yawn. “I’m pretty sure anyway.”

“This is a lot to get my head around Nat. Hell, I’ve been thinking of us as getting married for a long time now. Imagining what our kids would look like.”

“Kids?” Natasha’s jaw drops. “Get outta town, no way!”

“I think I still want to marry you.”

“Look Bo, in the first place, you’re way too young to get married. If I was straight, hell, I’d marry you in a heartbeat. But I’m not. And I’m never gonna be.”

“But I don’t want to grow old alone.”

“I won’t let you, you can come live with me when we’re old. Although it’s pretty unlikely, ’cause you set hearts a racing.”

“That’s BS Nat, and you know it.”

“No, it’s true Bo. I’ve been your biggest handicap because they all think I’ve got you. So they stay away. What a selfish bitch I am, if I’d backed off a little, but I was afraid you’d stop being my friend if you hooked up with some chick.”

“No way.”

“You’re my best friend Bo. That hasn’t changed. We’ll always be friends no matter where we are. Don’t want to lose you.”

“You know, when I was so mad at you yesterday it made me even madder that I couldn’t talk it through with you.”

“Are you going to be able to get over it?”

“Well,” Boris smiles a little, “Maybe.”

Natasha studies him, mouth twitching just a tad. “What aren’t you telling me Bo?”

“I guess I can tell you, it won’t hurt your feelings.”

“Yes Bo. But tell me quick because the pain meds are about to put me out here.” Natasha gestures with her wrist, showing him the attached I.V.

“I was really mad, so I just went back to the Res and Elsie fixed me up.”

“I guess she could at that.” Natasha smiles drowsily.

“No, you goof, with ice.” Natasha raises her eyebrows questioningly. “Okay, I wasn’t happy because Elsie just wouldn’t play doctor with me even when I practically begged her.”

“Oh poor Bo.”

“I was seriously ragged so I had to go out and get pissed.”

“I know how that goes. Did it help?”

“Funny thing, the beer didn’t help much at all, really. But I have to tell you, the getting laid part really helped a lot.”

“That’s good, you tell me all the details.” Natasha smiles and yawns. “Hard to believe you could get laid with a double shiner like that, but that’s good Bo, tell me.”

“It was,” Boris smiles, remembering, “It was like something out of a movie. Out of one of Amelia’s film noir movies.”

Natasha smiles. “Sounds great, and I wanna hear everything but …. when I’m ‘wake… You’ll have to … to … tell me all ’bout it …” And she’s asleep.

Oddly, while watching Natasha sleep, Boris feels an overwhelming feeling of love for his friend, but without the slightest trace of lust. Any physical attraction he thought he had is gone. He leans down and gives her a light kiss on the forehead.

Looking down at her battered face he whispers, “I’m so glad you’re gonna be okay, Nat.”

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73

Gargoyle photographed at the University of Toronto

The detectives have been interviewing students living in residence with Natasha. Or in classes with her. Or both. “Think that bike lead will go anywhere?” Wolfrom asks.

“I hope so. There were bunch of off trail bike tracks, but the tech said they were probably pretty old. They took casts, and they’ll need to check tread patterns before they’ll give an opinion.”

“Old tracks, old butts, all we can do is keep talking to people. What about the boyfriend?”

“Even if it’s always the boyfriend, wouldn’t he have to be a real bonehead to do something like that after she knocked him down in front of the whole school.”

“What, perps aren’t boneheads?”

“I know, I know. You’re right. We gotta talk to him.”

“I’m willing to take some of these accounts with a grain of salt. To hear the stories the whole school was there to see it. Probably half of them are telling what they heard, or what their friends who were there texted them. It comes to court, Wolfie, we’re gonna have to be damn sure that only actual witnesses make it to the stand.”

“Why would they say they were there if they weren’t?”

“It was the social event of the season. Being there confers instant status. Didn’t you ever want to be a Big Man on Campus?”

“Naw. I spent my life working on being invisible. Much safer that way.”

Lewis laughs. “The lab says the Rape Kit produced viable DNA. So when we get the guy we’ll be able to make it stick.”

“Okay bring in the next customer.”

Wolfrom goes to the door, opens it and surveys the group of male students seated in the waiting area. He beckons to Adam, who enters the small room nervously. He seems to relax as Wolfrom asks him all the easy questions, name, classes, course load, and everything is fine. Until it changes when Lewis asks, “How well do you know Natasha Panov?”

“I don’t know her, really. I mean, I know her to see because I know several people who live in her residence. I’ve got classes with Maggie and Oscar and we are in a computer club together.”

Adam looks at the detective, busy making notes. “But I don’t think I’ve ever really spoken to her. Sometimes I see her taking pictures with that weight lifter, Boris.”

Lewis nods, and Adam sees that the other detective is writing down everything he says.

“I know Jake as well. He’s a photography student but he is also in the computer club.”

“So what were you doing yesterday afternoon?”

“I … but … afternoon? I thought you would want to know about last night.”

“Just answer the question please Adam.” she says.

“I was, I uh, I cut classes, and I went to the mall.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Uh, I don’t know, I just didn’t feel like going.”

“Hmmm.” says Lewis, She flips back a few pages in her notebook, reading tiny cramped notes. then she looks up at him.

“But you don’t cut classes, do you, Adam.”

“Uh, how?” looking at the notebook in horror, “Has someone been talking about me?”

“That’s confidential information, Adam.” she shakes her head, studying him seriously.

“You can tell me, Adam, why did you really cut class yesterday afternoon?”

“Uh, I just did. It had nothing to do with that girl. I just went to the mall. Walked around a while. That’s all. Then I got something to eat and came back to campus for the computer club meeting at Kate’s house last night.”

Leaning across the table toward Adam, Lewis says softly “I mean you had a perfect record up to yesterday. You never cut classes Adam.”

Lewis frowns at him. “Why did you pick yesterday to cut classes, Adam?”

“I just … I just did, that’s all.” He reaches into his interior jacket pocket and pulls out a wallet, and opens the billfold, rifling through receipts. He tosses one on the table in front of Lewis.

“There. You see, I was at Pad Thai Palace. That proves I was at the mall.”

“Maybe. If the clerk remembers you.”

From behind Adam, Wolfrom asks quietly. “Did you see Boris kiss Natasha at lunch? Or how about when she hit him, Adam. Which part got you all excited?”

Swiveling around Adam says, “Yes. No. I mean I saw her hit him but no it didn’t … I mean I don’t care about that girl. I don’t know her. She’s not even attractive. She’s short. She’s got red hair. Why would I? I could never get excited about someone like that.” Face flushed with fury, Adam stands up and glares at Wolfrom. “Just leave me alone!”

Lewis says quietly, “Adam, sit down. You do not have an alibi. Even if the clerk remembers you, it does not cover you, do you understand that?”

Adam looks down at her, frowning. She gestures for him to sit back down, and he does. “Look, we need to know where people were to eliminate them. Did you see anyone you know at the mall?”

Adam shakes his head “no”.

Wolfrom asks, “Did you buy anything else?”

“No,” Adam says in a small voice.

“Why did you cut classes, Adam?”

He sighs deeply, staring intently at the plastic wood grain tabletop, “I was upset about a girl… a different girl. A beautiful one.” Following the pattern of the plastic wood grain with his eyes. Mesmerizing. “I just had to go away. I was in the Sony store in the mall almost the whole time. I didn’t buy anything.”

“So they might remember you.”

Adam shakes his head sadly. “People don’t.”

Lewis and Wolfrom exchange glances.

“Can I go?”

Lewis nods, “Yes, we’re done here, for now, Adam.”

Adam gets up and pushes his way out the door before they can change their minds.

Wolfrom shakes his head in admiration. “That was good, that notebook thing. How did you know?”

“You saw the guy’s tie. Any tighter he couldn’t breathe. Guys like that don’t cut class just ‘because’. There’s always a reason.”

“So there’s a girl. Maybe our girl stumbled across his path when he was messed up over his girl.”

“Could be. Just he seemed genuinely surprised we were looking at the afternoon, He thought he needed a night time alibi. That makes me doubt right there.”

“Except you know he’s smart. These kids are like rocket scientists, you know? Would it be so hard to play us?”

“Asshole.” She shakes her head, “Get the next one in.”

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74

Gargoyle almost completely encased in red ivy, University of Toronto

Jose slumps into the plastic interview chair, lacing his fingers together on top of his head, knees spread, legs crossed at the ankles, he gives Lewis a big shit eating grin.

She finds herself smiling back.

“So, Jose. Or is it Joe?”

“I’ll answer to either. I’m easy, just not cheap.” Jose grins, as if it wasn’t a joke older than he is.

Keeping it neutral, Lewis asks, “What do you prefer?”

“My name is Jose, but you can call me whatever you want, whenever you wanna call me.”

Wolfrom rolls his eyes from his position leaning against the door. He crosses his arms because he’s feeling an impulse. A strong impulse. To slap the guy. He can’t remember the last time he wanted to hit a citizen this bad. This kid is downright disrespectful. You can smell the cannabis seeping out of his pores and polluting the air.

“Alright, Jose. How well do you know Natasha?”

“Okay, I guess. Not real well.” Jose takes his hands down and rests them on the table.

Jose says, “We’re both in Fyfield House but I’m an English major, she’s in Photography. There isn’t much crossover. I mean we say ‘hey’ but Boris and Natasha are the real deal, you know, like this.” He crosses his fingers. “They mostly stuck to themselves. Never see one without the other, you know.”

“So where were you yesterday afternoon then, Jose.”

“I wasn’t feeling very good. My stomach was a little off, tell you the truth, I think it was the crap lunch from the caf, you know, fish surprise. I felt pretty raunchy so I went back to the Res to take it easy.”

“Did you see anyone there?”

“Naw. Seemed like everybody else was in class, so I just went to my room.”

“Do you have a room mate?”

Grinning suggestively, Jose says, “I sleep alone, Officer.”

Wolfrom wants to hit the little creep even more for hitting on Lewis. She’s a nice looking lady, but she’s old enough to be the little shit’s mother, ferchrissake. That’s bad enough. What’s worse is that Lewis is eating it up.

Smiling back, Lewis says, “All I’m interested in is what you were doing yesterday, Jose.”

Jose shrugs, “Well, since I was feeling like sh… uh, bad, I tried sleeping but I wasn’t tired or anything, so I ended up going online most of the afternoon, catching up my Facebook. I hadn’t been on in a while ’cause of school stuff, you know, so I was online most of the afternoon.”

“Jose, we might have to come back to you if things don’t check out, but I think you’re all right for now.”

“Okay, cool. That’s it then?”

Lewis nods and watches him gather himself and shoot her a smile on the way out. Wolfrom closes the door on him and turns back to the partner.

“I can’t believe what I just saw!”

Lewis frowns at him, “What?”

“You were practically drooling, I couldn’t believe it.”

“Oh hey, get off it, he’s a hunk, that’s all. He was flirting, and his pheromones were definitely speaking to me, I’ll tell you that. But he’s a kid, Wolfie. Oozing sex maybe, but just a kid.”

“The guy reeked of pot, doesn’t that tell you something?”

“Yeah, it probably means he was scared to death so he smokes a joint to get the nerve to come talk to the scary cops.”

“I dunno, he didn’t look nervous.”

“Isn’t that the idea? Just give it a rest Wolfie. If you’re worried don’t be. I’m a big girl. I can look without touching. But even if I was into cradle robbing, which I am not, it damn sure wouldn’t be with any subject under investigation.”

“Good. Had me worried.”

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75

woman holding an slr camera, laughing

Sitting side by side going through the images that have been submitted for the Christmas slide show, glancing over, Ethan is a little surprised at how fast Liz is whizzing through the images.

“Uh, Liz. Aren’t you picking any?”

“No. They’re all mostly crap.”

“But we know that going in. There’s probably only gonna be a couple of photographs. We’re not looking for photographs, here, we’re picking snapshots, babe, not art.”

Liz frowns. “How do you mean?”

“This is more like a yearbook kind of thing, you know, candids of the student body, dances, pubs, fooling around, like that. Most of the pictures are going to be taken by people who can barely turn on a camera. Doesn’t matter. We’ll run ’em fast to some snappy music from Jamendo and it’ll be a slide show.”

“Oh.” Liz mouses over to the recycle bin and chooses ‘select all’ to restore hundreds of deleted images.

Ethan is aghast. “You’ve been deleting stuff?”

“Yeah. I thought, I mean they’re just digital copies.”

“Doesn’t mean that everyone who submitted doesn’t get a credit. Some people will want their pictures back. Mol suggested we put everything online forever. I don’t know if that’ll fly, but we don’t toss anything no matter how bad.”

“Then how do we make selections?”

“Put all the good stuff–” he notes her grimace and grins before continuing, “okay, the better stuff, in a first cut folder.”

Liz covers her face with her hands. “Sorry sorry sorry.”

“Look, it’s okay, this is a bad time.” Ethan swivels over and reaches out, enfolding Liz in his arms. “Maybe it’d be an idea to go back to the Res and get some sleep.”

She looks up and says, “I can’t. I close my eyes and I see Natasha laying there all covered in blood like she was. I can’t get it out of my mind.”

“Then why don’t we head over to the hospital and see how she’s doing?” asks Ethan.

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