Ives shrugged slightly and walked out of the bar.
Still looking at the woman in the black dress, Hawk said, "Bradshaw."
"You were listening."
"Sort of," Hawk said. "Babe in the black dress might be a security risk."
"You think we should frisk her?"
"We? I was thinking I frisk her while you fight the boyfriend."
I looked down the bar. The woman in the black dress was sitting with an outsized young man jammed into an expensive suit, who looked, by himself, like an offensive line.
"Good deal for me," I said.
"I could fight the boyfriend and you could frisk her," Hawk said. "But what"s she get out of that?"
"Her loss," I said.
Hawk nodded.
"What you gonna do "bout Bradshaw?" he said.
"I think I"ll look into him," I said.
""Stead of fighting the boyfriend?"
"Yeah."
Hawk shook his head sadly.
"All work and no play . . ." he said.
30.
We were walking up the mall in the center of Commonwealth Ave toward Kenmore. in the center of Commonwealth Ave toward Kenmore.
"You see them?" Hawk said.
"Black Caddie?" I said. "Double-parked just past Dartmouth Street. Outbound side?"
"And?" Hawk said.
"Gray Ford double-parked just this side of Exeter, in-bound side?"
"Whaddya think," Hawk said.
"Could be nothing," I said.
"Or it could be something," Hawk said.
"We probably need to decide," I said, "before we get between them."
"Be my guess," Hawk said.
The cross streets were alphabetical: Arlington, Berkeley, and so on. We were at the corner of Clarendon.
"If they don"t plan to shoot us, we look foolish taking evasive action."
"True," Hawk said.
"But," I said. "Say they do want to shoot us."
"We don"t want to encourage that," Hawk said.
"You know my motto," I said. "Better to take needless evasive action, at the risk of looking foolish, than not to, and look dead."
"That your motto?"
"I"m having it printed on my business cards," I said.
"We can turn the wrong way onto Dartmouth, and probably shake them in the alleys," Hawk said.
"But then we won"t know who they were," I said. "Or if they were anybody."
"If they anybody, we know where they come from," Hawk said.
We had stopped walking and sat on a bench in the mall like a couple of tourists resting their feet. Neither of the cars moved.
"If they"re Rugar," I said. "They won"t care about you. They"ll be after me."
"You right," Hawk said. "Maybe I just mosey on home."
"Maybe you just mosey on up Clarendon to the alley, and you run lickety-split up the alley and back down Exeter."
"Lickety-split," Hawk said.
"And I"ll stroll languidly along toward Dartmouth, and if we time it right . . ."
"We"ll time it right," Hawk said.
I nodded.
"We can end up with you behind the Exeter Street guys on that side. And I"m behind the Dartmouth Street guys on this side."
"They expecting to catch us between them," Hawk said, "and we catching them between us."
"Rugar won"t be one of them," I said. "Even if he sent them."
"Why not?"
"He would do it alone," I said.
Hawk nodded.
"One question," Hawk said. "We get them surrounded, then what?"
"Then we"ll see," I said.
"You just a planning fool," Hawk said.
31.
We crossed Clarendon Street and paused, as if we were looking at the kids playing in the small park. Then for the benefit of the guys in the cars, Hawk shook hands with me. He turned up Clarendon toward Newbury Street. I gave him a little wave. As he pa.s.sed the public alley halfway to Newbury, out of sight from either car, he turned down. I turned right and left the mall to walk along the sidewalk, past the little park, on the river side of Commonwealth. I tilted my head as if I were listening, and then took out my cell phone and stopped and flipped it open and pretended to answer it. as if we were looking at the kids playing in the small park. Then for the benefit of the guys in the cars, Hawk shook hands with me. He turned up Clarendon toward Newbury Street. I gave him a little wave. As he pa.s.sed the public alley halfway to Newbury, out of sight from either car, he turned down. I turned right and left the mall to walk along the sidewalk, past the little park, on the river side of Commonwealth. I tilted my head as if I were listening, and then took out my cell phone and stopped and flipped it open and pretended to answer it.
"""Twas brillig,"" I said into the dead phone, ""And the slithy toves . . ."" I nodded. ""Did gyre and gimble in the wabe . . ."" I nodded again and listened and nodded. ""All mimsy,"" I said, ""were the borogroves.""
Then I closed the phone and put it back in my pocket. Hawk was quick. He should be about at Exeter Street by now. I began to saunter along toward the Ford. I could feel the weight of my Browning on my right hip. There were fourteen rounds in the magazine, and one in the chamber. On each side of Commonwealth there was a march of brick and brownstone town houses. Most had small yards with shrubs. Halfway up the block toward Dartmouth I paused, staring, as if I"d seen something on the front walk of a town house. I stepped in and crouched down for a closer look, and as I did so, shielded by a shrub, I took the Browning off my hip and c.o.c.ked it. Then I stood, with the gun against my right thigh, concealed in the skirt of my topcoat, and continued toward Dartmouth. It was getting dark. But in the streetlight at the corner of Exeter, I saw Hawk appear. Just before I came up on the Ford, I could see two men get out of the Caddie a block up on the other side. My guys would wait until I pa.s.sed. I could see the car windows were down. They might not get out. They might shoot me from the car. I was whistling "Midnight Sun" as I strolled along. Footloose in the Back Bay, looking for love and feeling groovy. As I got to the car, I took a fast shuffle sideways, and standing just behind the pa.s.senger window, I pointed my gun in the window and said, "Move and I"ll kill you."
The guy on my side had a sawed-off shotgun in his lap. He was right-handed, and it was too awkward for him to point it back at me. Sadly, he tried anyway and I killed him. The driver slammed the car into reverse and spun his wheels. I jumped away and steadied my aim on him. He slammed the car into drive and spun his wheels, getting away from the curb. The smell of burnt rubber was strong. He careened up Commonwealth. I aimed carefully at the back of the car and didn"t shoot. There were other cars. There were people. I could probably hit the car, but I wouldn"t stop it without shooting him. Which, given the circ.u.mstance, was uncertain. He was no use to me dead anyway. One was enough. The car ran the red light at Dartmouth Street, and slammed a right and disappeared with the disapproving sound of horns beeping angrily behind him. I looked across Commonwealth at the corner of Dartmouth. The black Caddie was still there. Hawk was sitting on the hood. I didn"t see anyone else. I made a palms-up gesture at Hawk. Where are they? Hawk jerked a thumb toward the sidewalk on the other side of the car. I holstered my gun and walked across.
32.
I sat with Quirk in an interrogation room in the new police headquarters, across the table from the two guys Hawk had collared. One had a big, rapidly discoloring bruise on his right cheekbone. The other guy had a bandage across his forehead. Hawk had apparently banged him face-first against the edge of the Cadillac roof. Beside them sat a smallish man with a lot of curly hair that stood straight out from his head. He had on a blue work shirt and a wrinkled sport coat in a small gray-green check. interrogation room in the new police headquarters, across the table from the two guys Hawk had collared. One had a big, rapidly discoloring bruise on his right cheekbone. The other guy had a bandage across his forehead. Hawk had apparently banged him face-first against the edge of the Cadillac roof. Beside them sat a smallish man with a lot of curly hair that stood straight out from his head. He had on a blue work shirt and a wrinkled sport coat in a small gray-green check.
"Hawk clean on this?" I said to Quirk.
Quirk grinned.
"Good Samaritan," he said. "Saw what was going down and intervened. We"re crediting him with a citizen"s arrest."
I nodded.
"They got a lawyer?" I said.
"Don"t seem to speak much English," Quirk said. "Not sure they know they can have a lawyer."
"Where they from?" I said.
"I don"t know, one of those stan stan countries in Central Asia," Quirk said. "Boogaloo- countries in Central Asia," Quirk said. "Boogaloo-stan, or something."
I looked at the two guys. They were ordinary-looking guys. Both had dark hair. One had a beard touched with gray. He wasn"t that old. Whiskers always seem to be the first to go.
There was a knock and the interrogation-room door opened.
"Captain," a woman said, "lawyer"s here for these two."
A black man came into the room wearing a gray three-piece suit that looked vaguely as if it might have been made for him in Europe. His close-cut hair was gray. He wore gold-rimmed gla.s.ses and carried a briefcase.
"Lamar Dillard," he said. "I represent these two gentlemen."
"You"re not some guy from the pool," Quirk said. "You cost money. Who hired you?"
"An interested third party," Dillard said, "who I am under no obligation to name."
Quirk nodded.
With Dillard was a small woman with smooth black hair worn long, and big, dark eyes. She wore a plain gray dress with a white collar, and low shoes that were probably comfortable.
"This is Ms. Glas," Dillard said. "Ms. Glas will translate."
"You know me," Quirk said. "This is Spenser."
Ms. Glas went to the two shooters and began to murmur softly to them in a language that didn"t sound familiar.
"Yes, Captain, I do know you," Dillard said. "Is Mr. Spenser a police officer."
"Mr. Spenser is the intended victim," Quirk said.
"If there was a crime intended," Dillard said.
"We know they were driving a stolen car with phony plates," Quirk said. "We know they had concealed weapons for which they are not carrying any proof of licensing. They might even turn out to be undoc.u.mented aliens."
Ms. Glas continued to speak softly to the undoc.u.mented aliens. They looked at Dillard and said something to Ms. Glas. She shook her head and spoke some more.
"And of which of these alleged crimes is Mr. Spenser the alleged victim?" Dillard said.
"They tried to kill him," Quirk said.
"From their appearance, the opposite would seem the case," Dillard said. "Ms. Glas, ask them if their injuries came from being mistreated by the police?"