change, right?”
Dan nodded. Smart boy, he thought. “It’s yours.”
The boy sat next to him and leaned in close enough for Dan to smell his body odour. Pungent, but it had an appeal. He rubbed his knee against Dan’s. “So what do you wanna know?”
Dan fished out the photograph of Richard Philips. “I’m looking for this kid,” he said.
The boy took the photograph and scrutinized it. Dan saw something in his face when he looked up. “He in trouble?” Grady said.
“He’s not in trouble for anything he’s done, but he might be in trouble wherever he’s headed. I’m trying to find him to see if he needs help. I’m not asking you to rat on him.”
The boy nodded and looked back at the photograph, running his tongue over his lower lip.
“His name’s Richard,” Dan said. “If that helps.”
“Uh-huh. Maybe it was. His name’s Lester now.” The boy grinned. “If that helps.”
Dan handed over another ten. “It helps a lot. Do you know where he is or where he might work?”
Grady pocketed the bill. “You sure you’re not a cop?” he said, eying Dan squarely.
“No. I’m not a cop. And the boy’s not in trouble, as I said.”
“’Kay,” the kid said. “I don’t wanna rat on anybody. So yeah, I know a bit about Lester.”
“How do you know him?” Dan asked.
Grady took a long drink and set the bottle down with a satisfied sigh. He looked around the bar as though afraid of being overheard, but his volume increased rather than diminished. It was probably how he advertised, Dan realized.
“We worked together — not long ago.”
Dan nodded. “On the street?”
The boy shook his head impatiently, anxious to disabuse the idea. “We did a flick. A porno. All good-looking young guys,” he said, as though to distinguish it from the ignominy of being in a film with old trolls. He took another long swig from the beer. It was two-thirds empty now.
This time Dan held out a twenty. “Where?”
The boy clutched the bill and drew it slowly through Dan’s fingers. “Place out on Danforth.”
“Name? Address?”
“I really don’t remember the number,” the boy said. “But it’s across from the Canadian Tire. Moonlight Cinema or some shit like that on the door.”
“Thank you,” Dan said. “You’ve been very helpful.”
The boy was watching him carefully. “There’s more,” he said.
Dan waited. “I’m out of cash,” he said.
“Why don’t we go to your place? No charge.” He rubbed Dan’s thigh, letting his fingers slide up to his crotch. “You look tough, but I can tell you wouldn’t hurt me. I know guys.”
“I’ve got a son at home who’s not much younger than you.”
The kid withdrew his hand. “You’re not straight though,” he said, shaking his head. “I can tell.”
Dan shook his head. “No, I’m not.”
“But you think it would be weird to sleep with someone who reminds you of your son?”
“Something like that,” Dan said. The kid was sharp.
“Too bad,” the boy said, pushing back his chair. “Even soft I can tell you got a nice dick.”
“So what else do you know?”
Grady nodded and looked around, as though taking stock of his prospects for later. The bar was dismal. He turned back to Dan. “They called me for a sequel,” he said. “For a couple weeks from now.”
“You going to be in it?” Dan asked.
The boy cocked his head. “Can’t,” he said. “I’ve got a date with this rich guy from Montreal. He’s taking me to Cuba.”
Lucky you, Dan thought. Turning down a starring role in a film for a private performance. He wrote down the details, wondering if Lester was really the boy he was looking for or if Grady had told him anything remotely like the truth. His gut said yes. They shook hands again and Dan wished him luck.
Outside, the street was filling with the usual mid-week crowd. Cars slid past. The air was fine. It would be busy soon, another prime evening on the strip. Dan wouldn’t be sorry to miss it.
On the way home, he swung by the place Grady mentioned. He found the production house above a fruit and vegetable shop in a row of dreary two-storey buildings across from the inverted orange carrot of the Canadian Tire logo. An arc of light beamed above the door, a lone moth drawn to its promised glitter, the fool’s gold of the insect world.
From outside, Moonlight Cinemas looked like a regular business: a place that videotaped weddings and bar mitzvahs and put its trash out on the street along with the other businesses. There was even a plastic plaque over the door. Then again, Dan thought, why shouldn’t it be? Unless someone nabbed them for using underage models.
He got out of the car, trying to be casual as he strolled past. All the second-floor lights were off. Or, more likely, the windows were permanently blacked out. Above the mail slot, a smaller handwritten sign with letters in faded marker read, “Now auditioning. Call back during business hours.”
Eight
Do You Have a Dress Code?
The house was dark and still with the sound that empty houses make. Dan looked for the telltale blink of the answering machine from the end of the hall, but found none. He flicked on a light and set his laptop down with the mail. In the kitchen, Ralph’s tail wagged a hesitant welcome, as though waiting to see what kind of mood Dan had arrived in before going all out. At least there were no messy presents, despite his having been gone most of the day. Usually the dog behaved for a few days after being yelled at. More proof he knew what he was doing.
“Good boy,” Dan said.
The tail thumped harder, but Ralph stayed put.
“We talked about you today,” Dan said. “Martin and I, I mean. I assured him you were a very smart guy. He’s not so sure about me.”
He draped his coat over the back of a chair. With Ked at his mother’s, he could afford to be lax. These days Kendra had him almost as much as Dan did. Maybe she was afraid he’d grow up thinking she didn’t care about him. It wasn’t true. She loved Ked as much as Dan did but with a detached edge, the way she loved all things. It was as though he’d never really been a part of her body, whereas Dan felt Ked had always been inside him, waiting to emerge.
So far Ked hadn’t shown any signs of troubled behaviour that children
