dontravis.com blog post #490
you believe it? April is right around the corner, meaning two things: A quarter
of this new year (which commenced only yesterday—or so it seems—has raced past.
It also means that The Cutie-Pie Murders will be released by
Dreamspinner. Looking forward to the event. In preparing this post, I ran
across a note one of Dreamspinner’s editors sent me after reviewing the book
Thought it was interesting, so I’ve included it below:
Not a bad compliment. Thanks, AZ.
THE CUTIE-PIE MURDERS
He rose to give me a smile and a hug after I plopped my attaché case on my desk. “Hungry?” he asked.
“In more ways than one.” My first glimpse of him after a day’s absence always rocked me on my heels, reminding me how fortunate I was to have such a handsome and hunky mate to share my life. His lopsided grin went straight to my heart. His right eyebrow rose slightly.
“We’ll take your appetites in order.”
I showered and changed to casual clothes while he finished an article on the Albuquerque Isotopes baseball team. Paul was a freelance journalist, and his articles on last year’s Voxlightner Scandal case had been well received, giving his career a boost. Although I made no financial demands on him, he insisted on carrying his share of the household expenses. What he couldn’t contribute in dollars, he supplemented with sweat labor. The red-brick, cross-gabled house I’d inherited from my folks at 5229 Post Oak Drive in northwest Albuquerque hadn’t looked so spiffy—inside and out—since my mom took care of the interior and my dad puttered around the outside.
I emerged from the bedroom as Paul hit a key and gave a satisfied “Done.” I took that to mean he’d emailed his article to the target magazine.
We ate at the kitchenette table where, as usual, Paul’s tasty, piquant stew slaked one craving while his bronzed arms and admirable pecs excited another.
He brought me back to the moment by asking about the Zapata murder.
“The case has a name now. Matt was the third young man killed and discarded naked in some public place. The police are calling them the cutie-pie murders.”
“Cutie-pie? Who came up with such a lame name? Nobody’s used ‘cutie-pie’ in ages.”
I went for my attaché case and brought back three photographs.
“Wow!” he said after looking at them. “They are hotties. Cutie-pie fits, I guess. Any leads to who killed them?”
“Someone who’s not afraid to leave clues. All three of the victims were covered in semen. Their own and someone else’s. And the someone else doesn’t happen to have sperm in his semen.”
“So no DNA, huh? But if the vic’s own cum was on him, he must have been a willing partner.”
“Not a valid assumption,” I said. “Sexual excitement can be stimulated even when you don’t particularly want to participate. But at this point, there’s no reason to assume the three victims didn’t voluntarily participate.”
“Any connection between the three dead guys?”
“Matt and Hubbard were both students at UNM.”
“The black youngster. But they were in different disciplines, so there’s no apparent connection. I suspect the fact they were both students is coincidental since Greene, the other one, was a street kid.”
“Were they call boys like we believe Matt was?”
I shook my head. “As I say, Dustin Greene lived on the streets—literally. Last known address was a downtown alley. It wouldn’t surprise me if he occasionally covered his meals offering himself to some guy. I’m willing to bet Hubbard wasn’t.”
“Do you think Hubbard was gay?”
“No indication of it.”
“So Matt was the only gay guy in the bunch.”
“And I think he was more of a bi. Or maybe a pansexual.”
“Since they had cum on them, it probably wasn’t robbery,” Paul said.
“Given the semen and the fact they were found naked, this was likely purely sexual. But I think it’s a psychological thing.” I described the circumstances surrounding all three deaths.
“Some looney doesn’t like pretty boys,” Paul suggested.
“Then why become sexually active with them?”
He shrugged. “Maybe he wants it, but when he gets it, he’s disgusted by what he’s done. We’ve both known guys like that.”
“True. But they’re usually disgusted with themselves.”
Paul wagged his head from side to side. “For the most part. But sometimes they take it out on their partners.”
I suspect Paul’s last suggestion rings true for many of us. Let me know what you think of the scene.
Now my mantra: Keep on reading and keep on writing. You have something to say… so say it!
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