Pederast in the Supermarket

He saw the bastard in the grocery store two miles from his house. He looked like the kind of man who would enjoy dressing up like a woman. Not that there was anything feminine about him exactly, he just looked like he could have that kind of delusion. Maybe it was the long eyelashes that gave this impression. Peter Dane did not recognize him right away, just saw him and had that feeling he got when he was looking at a fellow Jamaican. When he tried to write what it was in the appearance that set Jamaicans apart from other islanders or black Americans it would not come, but it was something specific and real since he was almost always right. The man in the grocery store had been a rapist, a pederast to be specific. One with very powerful political contacts back on the island. He had disappeared before his trial for the rape and attempted murder named Clarence Withmore.

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