Chapter 3I’d been walking up and down Davie Street in Vancouver’s West End neighborhood all afternoon. The irony of it didn’t escape me.
Here I was, searching for a man named David on a street called Davie in a part of downtown they’d recently named Davie Village. Man, he was everywhere and yet nowhere in sight. I’d gone to all of the bars and coffee shops he’d frequented, which in the gay village, was pretty much all of them, but no one had seen Davie around for a while. I’d left messages with a few of his closest friends and had yet to get a call back. Something wasn’t right. He couldn’t have fallen off the goddamn planet.
Today was Saturday, and though I’d been in Vancouver for three days, I had yet to get a hold of him.
There was one place I hadn’t tried because it had been closed i
