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Chapter 28

"Somebody got to," Hawk said.

"Further underscoring the theme of independence," I said, "is the fact that Mrs. Karnofsky has her own bank account, separate from her husband"s."

"Maybe I wrong," Hawk said. "Maybe independence be the secret to a happy marriage."

"How happy would you be if you were married to Sonny?"

"If I was me?" Hawk said. "I be miserable."



"I mean if you were a woman."

Hawk grinned. "I be miserable," he said.

"Every month," I said. "Mrs. Karnofsky wires two thousand dollars to the La Jolla Merchants Bank to the account of Barry Gordon."

"Daryl"s father?"

"Yep."

"G.o.dd.a.m.n," Hawk said. "That maybe do sound like a f.u.c.king clue."

"Maybe two," I said.

49.

"I met a friend of yours today," Susan said. We were at the bar at Mistral, contributing quietly to the hubbub. On the other side of Susan, Hawk had caught the attention of a stunning young woman in a very small black dress, and they were talking deeply.

"Really?" I said.

"Yes. He said he"d seen me the other night at the Meridian, at Life Savor. Said to tell you Harvey says h.e.l.lo."

Hawk turned way from the girl in the black dress and looked at the room.

"Tall?" I said. "Kind of limp? Longish blond hair, suntan, blue eyes, a diamond stud in his ear. Funny sort of mouth. Like a shark?"

"Well, I never thought of the shark thing," Susan said. "But yes. How do you know him?"

I thought a minute about what to say, couldn"t think of any way around it, and settled for the truth.

"He"s not a friend," I said. "He"s a b.u.t.ton man."

"A what?"

"A hired killer," I said.

Susan frowned and didn"t say anything for a moment. Then she said, "And he"s letting you know he can reach me if he needs to."

"Yes."

"Is it the thing about Daryl"s mother?"

"Yes."

The girl in the black dress was staring at Hawk"s back in something like disbelief. What happened to their relationship?

"We can kill him," Hawk said.

"And maybe we will," I said. "But there"ll be someone else."

"We could kill Sonny," Hawk said.

"And maybe we will," I said. "But he"s hard to get to, and who watches Susan while we do?"

"Maybe you should consult Susan," she said.

"We should," I said.

"I have always known the downside of loving you," Susan said. "And there"s so much upside that it is well worth it."

"I"ve been telling you that for years," I said.

She smiled. "And it makes me uneasy to hear you talk about killing people because someone said he knew you."

"You know what he meant," I said.

"I know what he said."

"I. ".

Susan shook her head. "Not you," Susan said. "Me. It"s what I want. I"m the one that was threatened."

"What do you want?"

"I"m scared," Susan said. "I can"t pretend I"m not. And I want to be protected."

"You"ll be protected."

"But," she said, "I also know that you can"t kill everyone who threatens me. How many might there be?"

"There might be a fair number," I said. "There"s a lot of people involved in ways I don"t know yet."

"So you need to finish up this case," Susan said.

"I can walk away from this case," I said.

"I know you would," Susan said. "But how would we feel if people could chase you off a case by implying a threat to me?"

I had no answer for that, so I gave none. Sometimes it"s effective.

"I"ll protect her," Hawk said.

"You"re protecting him," Susan said.

"He can protect himself," Hawk said.

"Twenty-four hours a day," I said. "Seven days a week until it"s over."

"I"ll get a couple people to help me," Hawk said.

Behind him, the young woman in the scant dress paid her bill with a credit card and stalked out without looking at Hawk. I didn"t ask him who he"d get or if they were good. If he got them, they"d be good.

"Quirk can talk to Cambridge," I said. "Have them put a car out front."

Hawk grinned. "There be some known felons coming and going," Hawk said. "Be sure they know that."

"I"ll organize it with Quirk," I said.

"Could Vinnie go with you?" Susan said to me.

"If Vinnie"s available, he"ll go with Hawk," I said.

We were quiet for a short time. I watched Susan think.

"Yes," she said. "If one of us has to be unprotected, you are much more able than I am."

"Suze," Hawk said. "He much more able than anybody. "cept maybe me."

50.

Sigmund Czernak had a big tree-shaded white colonial house with a rolling lawn and a picket fence that faced the town common. On the common, in front of a white eighteenth-century meetinghouse, there was some sort of fair. Folding tables with baked goods. Balloons. A popcorn machine that perfumed the air all the way to Czernak"s back door. I parked in the turnaround at the top of the drive, headed out, between a dark blue BMW sports car with a gray top, and a black Mercedes SUV. There was a dark blue Ford Crown Victoria parked beyond the Mercedes. I went around to the front door, walking under a maple tree that must have been older than the house, and rang the front doorbell. A small, white, ratty dog yapped at me through the screen door.

"Careful," I said to him, "I"m armed."

From somewhere behind the dog, a woman"s voice said, "Sherry, quiet down." There were footsteps, and Bonnie Karnofsky appeared in the doorway. Sherry didn"t quiet down. She yapped some more.

"Yes?" Bonnie said.

"h.e.l.lo," I said. "My name is Spenser, and I"m looking for anyone who knew Emily Gold."

"Excuse me?"

I said it again.

"Who"s Emily Gold?" Bonnie said.

"Your cla.s.smate at Taft," I said. "Remember, you and Emily and Shaka and Coyote?"

"You are talking ragtime," she said and raised her voice and yelled, "Ziggy."

She had far too much blond hair, which would probably abrade the skin if you brushed against it. But her face was youthful and pretty, and her body was quite aggressive in tan shorts and a yellow tank top. A man appeared behind her, tall and slender with back hair slicked back tightly to his skull and big horn-rim gla.s.ses. The ratty little dog was yapping steadily.

"Who"s this," he said to Bonnie.

"Guy asking questions," Bonnie said. "I don"t know what he"s talking about."

"Whaddya want, Jack?"

"I"m trying to locate people who knew Emily Gold," I said.

"We know any Emily Gold?" he said to Bonnie.

"Never heard of her," Bonnie said.

"So f.u.c.k off," he said to me.

"That was great," I said. " "f.u.c.k off." Wow! You don"t much hear talk like that anymore. It made my knees weak."

"Bunny," he said to Bonnie. "Get Harry."

She disappeared. Ziggy froze me with his stare. The dog yapped. It wasn"t getting anywhere, but it wasn"t losing ground either. Two men appeared behind Ziggy.

"Him," Ziggy said. "Asking Bunny questions."

The two men pushed past Ziggy and opened the screen door and came out onto the front step with me. The fresh popcorn smell drifted across the front law from the common. One of the men was wearing a flowered Hawaiian shirt unb.u.t.toned over his undershirt. He pulled one side of it back to let me see that he was wearing a gun.

"Eek," I said.

"No rough stuff here," Ziggy said. "Take him somewhere."

"We could go to the fair on the common," I said.

"Look at that, Cheece," the guy in the Hawaiian shirt said to his pal. "He ain"t scared."

Cheece was a thick dark man with a Vand.y.k.e beard and small eyes kept barely apart by the bridge of his flat nose.

"Yet," Cheece said.

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