SLEUTH MEETS ALONG CAME A SPIDER

The Gay Detective: Death Spins a Deadly Web

He didn’t look like a serial killer, but then, who does?

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The mantle clock read nine-thirty. Ian wasn’t due home from the symphony for another hour. I stared through French windows at the unrelenting downpour pounding our fourth-floor terrace garden. Ian’s rose trellis was…