No doubt it’s an honor to have your square included in the AIDS Memorial Quilt, but one Maynard Sudbury thinks it’s a little premature in the case of his long-ago lover Jim Suter (“1956-1996”), who isn’t dead yet, or even HIV-positive. And Maynard’s friend Donald Strachey (Chain of Fools, 1996, etc.) can’t help wondering about the import of one design element in Jim’s square--several pages of Jim’s old campaign bio of right-wing Pennsylvania Congresswoman Betty Krumfutz, especially when Krumfutz is spotted surreptitiously ripping the pages from the square, and Maynard, a foreign correspondent who’s survived Hanoi and Beirut, is shot outside his D.C. apartment later that day. Who could’ve been in such a hurry to bury Jim Suter? Strachey and his lover Timmy Callahan take a closer look at the background of this marvelously unprincipled writer-for-hire and discover any number of people, sporting a nicely variegated bunch of motives, who’d lift a cheerful glass to his passing. In fact, the main mystery here, given the number of corpses past and future--Stevenson is still spinning out complications as the final curtain’s descending--may be why Jim Suter hasn’t died yet. Solid, satisfyingly paranoid plotting, marred only by its tendency to save the juiciest secrets for the very last act.