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Speed Demon
by Rick R. Reed
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Jealousy can be such an ugly emotion, but can it drive one to kill? Jake is in love with Cayce, an older, best-selling author who thinks of him only as a friend. Cayce is enthralled--as is everyone else--with Garland, a gorgeous waif of a boy, famous for his eccentric clothes and an unparalleled desire to be at the center of attention. Constantly. Jake's discovery of something as mundane as a few over-the-counter sleeping pills pulls Speed Demon into a story of thwarted love, of a twisted triangle, and just maybe, a tale of crime and revenge from beyond the grave... Genres: Gay / Paranormal / Hauntings / Ghosts / Suspense / Thriller
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: October 2011
 
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [35 KB]
Words: 6012
Reading time: 17-24 min.
Jake never intended to kill the boy.
I know because he told me. Murder was never on his mind--never had been. What reason would he have to lie?
After all, even if it wasn't his intention, he did kill Garland. Nothing can change that.
Death doesn't really concern itself with details like intention, you know? Regardless of whether one means to end a life or not, when someone ends up dead, it's truly the end of the road, which is a fitting pun if you read on.
Now, if he had intended to kill this lost boyE Well, then, the murder would have been a thing of beauty--perfect in its execution, freeing the murderer from even the slightest suspicion. The kid's death looked to everyone like an accident and, I suppose, in its own freakish way, it was.
Because, as I said, he never intended to kill him. It was the accident of poor judgment, fueled by jealousy, which caused the other accident that would end the boy's life.
Oh, this is getting confusing! I'm sure, dear reader, that if you have the patience--and the courage--to read on, you'll discover how even accidents can be malicious, and death, sometimes, unavoidable.
The fact that the boy's death was over me is flattering, even if I am sorry it happened. But, as I've been known to say, on many occasions, "It's all about me, me, me."
And this story is no exception.
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