“Maybe you’ll be next, Mr. Busybody!”
From well-respected investigative journalist to resident busybody.
When former crime reporter Michael’s elderly friend Maurice suddenly disappears, he fears the worst. But Michael is unable to investigate, and no one is taking his suspicions seriously—least of all Nico, Maurice’s too slick, too smooth, possibly guilty boyfriend.
The only person Michael can think of who might listen is Leonard Drake, now a Lieutenant Detective with NYPD.
In fact, this excuse to contact his ex might just be what Michael has been waiting three years for.
I just want to start off by saying that Rear Window is my second favorite Alfred Hitchcock film so I was completely sucked into this nod to Hitchcock. Throw in a modern day setting, LGBT characters, and Josh Lanyon's talent for tangled-web-spinning, you are left with a perfect balance of original and homage to make a wonderful reading experience.
Speaking of characters, Michael and Leonard are a delight. I completely understand Michael's need to protect himself and thinking he needed to protect Leonard's future when Michael's life took a different path after getting injured as well as dealing with his own anger at the time over all of it. My grandfather was in a wheelchair due to MS, so I get how Michael felt at the time but I also get a little ticked off when they take it upon themselves to decide what's best for the other person so I also understand Leonard. There's always pluses and minuses on both sides of this kind of life changing situation and the author has tackled it quite well, quite believable, and doesn't drag the story down over it, unfortunately I've read those too but Requiem for Mr. Busybody is not one of those. Time has passed but does their futures still share a path? Well you know my answer to that: read for yourself to find out but if you are familiar with Josh Lanyon's work you know that the story is in the journey, not so much the ending and even though this is a short novella, the journey is still where the meat and potatoes are. You won't regret it.
As for the mystery? No spoilers. The danger level or the drama factor may not be as high but just because I found it to be a bit more on the lighter side then some mysteries doesn't mean there isn't sneakiness all around. There is. I loved the blend of mayhem, romance, friendship, and just the right amount of humor. Some might label it "cozy mystery" but whatever term you choose, I just call it fun and entertaining. Requiem for Mr. Busybody is definitely a winning read in my book.
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The phone at the other end rang long enough that I started to count, and then it clattered off the hook and a deep, pleasant voice said, “Drake. Homicide.”
Never one to waste words, NYPD Lt. Detective Leonard Drake.
Given that we hadn’t spoken in three years, I was caught off guard by how familiar his voice was. The warm rush of memories? Equally unexpected.
I released the breath I’d been holding. “Hey,” I said cheerfully. “Your misspent youth is calling.”
A couple of very long seconds ticked by before Len said slowly, “Michael Woolrich. There’s a blast from the past.”
Not that I expected confetti and kazoos, but that total lack of emotion was hard to read.
“To what do I owe this honor?” Len added.
“I don’t know about honor, but I might have a murder for you.”
Maybe I imagined the creak of a chair in the background, but Len’s voice was definitely more cordial, more relaxed as he replied, “Do tell.”
Murder was what had first brought us together. Our mutual raison d’être. Murder had been the only thing we had in common, as it turned out. That’s what I told myself, anyway.
“The victim—possible victim—is Maurice Moreau. He went missing—appears to have gone missing—four nights ago. I think his partner killed him.”
“And you know Maurice how?”
“He’s a friend.” I corrected, “He’s a neighbor I’m friendly with.”
Len repeated thoughtfully, “A neighbor you’re friendly with.”
“Yes.”
“Where are you living now?”
“The Fontainebleau in Chelsea.”
“Swanky.”
I laughed. “Maybe once. Maybe in the forties. But yeah, great atmosphere if you don’t mind a few ghosts.”
“And you think your friendly neighbor Maurice has now joined the celestial choir?”
I felt myself smiling at Len’s turn of phrase. You don’t expect metaphors from a cop, at least not outside Chandler, but Len was not your ordinary cop. For one thing, he was no-bones-about-it gay, and while yes, every police force in the country is trying to be—or appear that they’re trying to be—more diverse and less discriminatory, in my experience, openly gay officers are still a rarity.
“I’m afraid so. Yes.”
“Maybe he’s on vacation,” Len suggested. “Maybe he’s visiting relatives. Maybe he and the boyfriend are on a second honeymoon. What makes you think Maurice is dead?”
I didn’t really want to go into the Rear Window aspect, didn’t want Len to know how much time I spent observing my neighbors, didn’t want him to think I was developing voyeuristic tendencies in my old age. Although, Talese was right—all journalists are voyeurs at heart.
I said, “Partly because of the way Nico, Maurice’s partner, is behaving. Partly because Maurice once said if anything ever happened to him, look no further than Nico.”
Silence.
Len said in his slow, considering way, “That’s quite a revelation from someone you describe as a neighbor rather than a friend.”
“I know. And he was joking—mostly—when he said it. But…”
“But now that Maurice has ‘disappeared,’ you think maybe he was serious. You said something about the way Nico is acting. How is Nico acting?”
“Evasive, in my opinion.” Also dismissive, patronizing, bored, annoyed—but that was Nico’s usual attitude toward me, so I didn’t place undue importance on it.
Len’s tone remained neutral as he suggested, “Maybe Nico feels that Maurice’s whereabouts are none of your business.”
“Maybe.”
I waited. If Len was the Len I remembered… But three years is a long time. Len didn’t owe me any favors. And no one knew better than me how far-fetched my story sounded.
Len said finally, “I’ll be blunt. This is so thin, it’s transparent. Anyone but you, Michael, I’d be tempted to tell you to butt out of other people’s relationships.”
I winced, opened my mouth, but Len wasn’t finished. “You always had a nose for trouble, so unless you’ve changed a lot, I have to assume you’re maybe onto something.”
We could take it for granted I’d changed a lot. Physically, for sure, but also mentally, emotionally, and probably spiritually. Not that I’d ever been very spiritual, unlike Len, who was a practicing Episcopalian and sang in his church choir every Sunday.
“I could be wrong,” I said. “I hope I am. But if I went missing, I’d like to think someone out there might notice and at least ask a couple of questions.”
“And that’s about all I can promise,” Len said. “We’ll ask a few questions and see what the boyfriend has to say.”
Relief washed through me. Not just the relief that here was help for Maurice, help I couldn’t provide on my own. The relief of being believed, of being taken seriously again. I missed being taken seriously.
But the last three years had taught me to be cautious.
“If my name could be kept out of it, I’d appreciate it.”
“Of course.”
“Thank you, Len.” I meant it. “I owe you one.”
He said crisply, “No. You don’t owe me anything. I quit keeping score a long time ago.”
I was still trying to think of a reply when he hung up.
Bestselling author of over sixty titles of classic Male/Male fiction featuring twisty mystery, kickass adventure and unapologetic man-on-man romance, JOSH LANYON has been called "the Agatha Christie of gay mystery."
Her work has been translated into eleven languages. The FBI thriller Fair Game was the first male/male title to be published by Harlequin Mondadori, the largest romance publisher in Italy. Stranger on the Shore (Harper Collins Italia) was the first M/M title to be published in print. In 2016 Fatal Shadows placed #5 in Japan's annual Boy Love novel list (the first and only title by a foreign author to place on the list).
The Adrien English Series was awarded All Time Favorite Male Male Couple in the 2nd Annual contest held by the Goodreads M/M Group (which has over 22,000 members). Josh is an Eppie Award winner, a four-time Lambda Literary Award finalist for Gay Mystery, and the first ever recipient of the Goodreads Favorite M/M Author Lifetime Achievement award.
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