Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Chapter 40

Basil

"Kids?"

"In bed."

"Door?"

"Locked."

Gerard melts into my arms. Warm and soft as a stick of butter as I kiss him. He's nearly as tall as I but I can still manage to cradle him completely in my thick arms, kissing his soft mouth as I slowly let myself forget everything. Rain is pattering nicely on the window outside. The house is quiet. We're all at peace here. Tonight, we have peace.

"Are you sure you're fine?" Gerard asks, stroking my hair out of my face.

"I may actually be happy, how's that?" I ask, kissing his cheek and working my way down his neck, "You're here with me. It's raining outside. Everything is beautiful tonight."

"Yeah," he says, stroking my hair again.

"Helen's asleep," I mumble, well aware what he's worried about, "Don't worry about it. Don't worry about anything."

"You know I trust you."

"Probably not a good decision, but I like it," I say, kissing his lips again.  "Shh now, tonight doesn't last forever. I promise I'm fine." I'm not gonna get drunk. I don't need to talk about not getting drunk. I need to get laid and lie in the dark listening to the rain pretending I'm twelve and waiting for my dad to come tell me there aren't any monsters, it's safe to sleep.  And then it'll be safe to sleep.

"That's your phone," Gerard says, wincing a little, as we  sit up on the bed, still mostly clothed. We're in my dad's old study at the back of the house, on the first floor. Nicely away from the second floor where Helen is. "It says------brain child?"

"Everyone is supposed to be fine---it's Dara," I say, sorting for my jeans as I put them back on in anticipation of the night ahead. So we won't sleep. "Hey, precious what is it?"

"Dad, we think that Aunt Helen spelled somebody," Dara says.

"She does very often---why lately?" I ask, tiredly, "Who's we? Aren't you with your—,"

"Uncle Detective yes we are—"

"Baz, we think she spelled someone into committing murder. Don't take this wrong or be upset but I'm about to text you pictures we need to know if there exists the possibility you're related to this person. If so that gives us motive which we can work with---if not then she's just mind controlling regular people into committing homicide that isn't cool," Detective Stamos says, into the phone. Sounds like they're driving.

"Is that something we think she would do?" Gerard asks.

"Yes it is---send me the pictures---fuck if I don't know that I'm related to them how did she?" I groan. I am upset. To be clear I deserve a drink. I will not have one. But I deserve one.

"Sending to you now," Dara says.

"Did you know that woman back in college?"

"Look college was a blur or cheap booze and the odd line of cocaine, all right? I could have known plenty of people Biblically thank you so much for involving my nine year old in this."

"Daddy, I'm a love child; it's fine."

"It's her case she's the one who found this person we'll get to why momentarily I just need to know if you think that this guy we---identified----could possibly be your kid?" Stamos says.

"How would I know that? I don't know shit right now, Detective. Like I said I had a very active social life in college and I have no idea who I may or may not have------oh that's Kelly yeah she was in my eight am physics we hooked up with three of her frat sisters in the lab-----fuck stop asking me these questions with my nine year old on the phone," I growl, smacking my face.