The Love You Crave

37.

“Bad news, Donovan,” Lou says.

“Let’s hear it.”

“The guy we had tailing Kimberly last year? Jimmy T.?”

“What about him?”

“He’s dead.”

I pause to let the news sink in. “What happened?”

“He moved to South Carolina, changed his name, got a teaching job at Viceroy College.”

“What was his new name?”

“Jonah Toth.”

“What happened, heart attack?”

“He was murdered.”

“Where?”

“In the men’s room. At the college.”

“When?”

“That’s the weird part. This happened a week ago today.”

“Did they get the guy who did it?”

“No leads. No one knows anything. He taught his class, walked across the hall to use the bathroom, got shot standing at the urinal.

“And this happened a week ago.”

“A week ago exactly.”

“Could he have been on drugs? Fooling around on his wife? Anything like that?”

“Are you asking if he got caught with his dick out?”

“Good one. Since you brought it up, did the report specify?”

“It did. Care to bet?”

“Fifty bucks says it was out.”

“Is that your bet?”

“It is.”

“I’ll pay you next time I see you.”

“All jokes aside,” I say. “Was he doing something wrong?”

“He was clean and faithful a year ago,” Lou says. “But people can change.”

“Can you get me someone else to keep an eye on Kimberly? I want to make sure she’s safe.”

“I’ll work on it.”

When I enter the consultation room a few minutes later, I’m holding a syringe in my hand.

“How about it George? Got a solution to my problem yet?”