The Big Bad Wolf

CHAPTER 45

MR. POTTER’S REAL NAME was Homer O. Taylor, and he was an assistant professor in the

English department at Dartmouth. Brilliant, to be sure, but still an assistant, a nobody. His

office was a small but cozy one in the turret at the northwest corner of the Liberal Arts

building. He called it his “garret,” the place where a nobody would labor in lonely solitude.

He had been up there most of the afternoon with the door locked, and he was fidgeting. He

was also grieving for his beautiful dead boy, his latest tragic love his third!

Part of Homer Taylor wanted to hurry back to the barn at the farm in Webster to be with

Benjamin, just to watch over the body for a few more hours. His Toyota 4Runner was

parked outside, and he could be there in an hour if he pushed it. Benjamin, dear boy, why

couldn’t you have been good? Why did you bring out the worst in me when there was so

much to love?

Benjamin had been such a beauty, and the loss that Taylor felt now was horrifying. And not

only the physical and emotional drain, there was the great financial loss. Five years ago, he’d

inherited a little over two million dollars. It was going too fast. Much too fast. He couldn’t

afford to play like this but how could he ever stop now?

He wanted another boy already. He needed to be loved. And to love someone. Another

Benjamin, only not an emotional wreck, as the poor boy had been.

So he stayed in his office for the entire day to avoid an excruciating hour-long tutorial at four

o’clock. He pretended to be marking term papers, in case someone knocked, but he never

looked at a single page.

Instead, he obsessed.

He finally contacted Sterling around seven o’clock. “I want to make another purchase,” he said.