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He paid the cab fare and watched the cab drive away until it was a tiny yellow dot intermixed with other cars all running in the same direction.
    "'I didn't really expect you to come for this," Byung Ho Fung's voice interrupted Anderson's daze. The literature professor spun around and was instantly in the arms of the Chinese actor/singer.
    "I know. But I did promise." Anderson managed a smile while returning the hug. He knew the madness that was to begin and was not looking forward to it.
    "Andy, your dad just died…"
    "And I need to keep moving. If I sit down, I start thinking and wondering what I could have done better than the tears and the feelings of helplessness—let me do this. Please."
    Byung said nothing for a long while, but inhaled and nodded. "All right, bro." He waved to someone and the man instantly lifted a bullhorn to his lips.
    "Makeup!" he hollered.
    Anderson flinched.
    Soon he was shirtless, in a white pair of satin pajama pants, lying in a bed with white sheets with a rather pretty Chinese brunette writhing against his body to the music of Byung singing "Tell Me Lies" . The song was something Anderson knew all too well with the last two men he had dated. It was about a man who knew his lover was lying about her love and her loyalty to him, but chose not to face the lies in return for keeping what he thought was pure love. The men Anderson dated all told him what they'd thought he wanted to hear. They'd all whispered sweet nothings to him and a part of him loved the fact they were saying those tender words of love. They were the lies he was willing to tolerate, to take in, but soon he realized they were no good for him. They were slowly tearing him apart and he couldn't allow that to happen. They were stealing his control and Anderson would rather die than give that up.
    Oh, to be in willing denial , he thought to himself.
    Each time the director yelled "Cut!"his mind would shift gears from relationships to his father then to the detective who'd questioned him. Maybe if he thought hard enough, he could remember something to help. Something in the background when his father called him that morning to remind him of their date—something in his father's voice, anything that could catch the person responsible. But the director called "Action!" againfar too soon and the thoughts got lost.
    By the time the day finally ended, Anderson invited Byung to spend the night. They charged through the front door of Anderson's house and plopped down onto a sofa. Together they exhaled.
    "What a day," Byung moaned.
    "I feel you," Anderson jargoned softly. "I thought about him today."
    "I told you. You didn't have to do the shoot."
    "And I told you, if I didn't do it, I'd drive myself crazy."
    "Have you spoken to anyone down at the precinct about the murder?" Byung wanted to know.
    Anderson inhaled deeply then pushed forward to brace his elbows against his knees, "Not today. I stopped by yesterday but they said the detective in charge of the case wasn't there. I know they're giving me the fucking runaround. I just…" He trailed off.
    "I could pull some strings," Byung offered.
    Anderson shook his head. He rose and entered the kitchen. Pulling frozen lasagna from the freezer, he prepped it, and placed it in the oven. As he turned the oven on and set the timer, he spoke, "I'll deal with them tomorrow," growling like a bear that had been poked one too many times. "I'm going to let them know I wanna be kept informed of any progress on the case. I am not some disinterested relative of their latest murder victim. This victim was my father and I am very interested in justice!"

Chapter Three
     
    It was less than a month later and the case had stalled. The victim's son had stopped by and called in, but Leo couldn't speak to him. He had no idea what he would say and besides, he wanted to make sure Anderson had nothing to do with the murder. Leo was beginning to feel the lack of sleep kicking in. No matter how much coffee he drank,