"Are you Haskell"s attorney?" I said.
"We"ll have no further comment," Gavin said.
"How about the check," I said. "Who"s going to pick up the tab?"
Gavin shook his head. I picked up a spoon and held it like a microphone toward Haskell.
"How about you, sir? Do you have any comment about the check."
"I got one comment for you, a.s.shole. You just got yourself in serious trouble. Maybe not now, this ain"t the time or place. But there will be a time and place, and you can f.u.c.king count on that."
"Just why am I in trouble?" I said.
""Cause you f.u.c.king bothering me at lunch is why," Wechsler said.
Gavin gestured at the waiter, who was standing around uneasily. Nothing had happened to require calling the cops, but something was in the air, and he knew it. He came promptly with the check, and Gavin gave him a credit card and he scooted away.
"You don"t even read the f.u.c.king check?" Wechsler said. "How you know they ain"t cheating your a.s.s."
Gavin shrugged and kept his eyes on the waiter, who returned very promptly with a credit card slip for Gavin to sign. Gavin signed the slip, added a tip, took his copy, and stood.
"Come on, Haskell," he said and he started out. Wechsler wiped up the last of his lasagna with some bread, stuffed the bread in his mouth, and stood up chewing.
"We"ll be in touch, a.s.shole," Wechsler said and waddled after Gavin. The two bruisers stood and followed their boss. Buster studied my face as he went by. It was the first time Buster had stopped looking at Hawk. When they left, Hawk sat down beside me at the table they"d departed.
"Well, you got their attention," Hawk said.
""Bout all," I said.
"Looks to me like Gavin is Haskell"s lawyer."
"Yes," I said.
""That"s something."
"I"m not sure it"s worth dying for," I said.
"Most things aren"t," Hawk said. "Why we don"t do it more often."
"Yeah, well, let"s try not to do it this time," I said.
chapter thirty-four.
SUSAN AND I were leaning on the railing of the little bridge that spanned the swan boat pond in the Public Garden, on a handsome spring day with the sun out and only a small breeze blowing. We were watching somebody"s spaniel which had jumped into the pond and outraged a squadron of ducks. The ducks paddled rapidly away from him under the bridge. The spaniel didn"t care. He liked it in the pond and swam around with his mouth open, looking often and happily at his owner.
"Have you any hint yet where Brad might be?" Susan said.
"How would I know anything?" Susan said.
"The question was idle," I said.
"If I knew something, wouldn"t I tell you at once?" she said.
"Of course," I said. "And vice versa."
She thought about that for a moment and nodded.
"Yes," she said, "of course. My question was idle too."
The spaniel swam vigorously about in the pond, his owner standing right at the edge in case the dog needed help. Occasionally the dog would lap a little of the water. The ducks had apparently forgotten about him. They cl.u.s.tered about one of the swan boats on the other side of the bridge luring peanuts from the pa.s.sengers. A stumble b.u.m wandered by us wearing all the clothes he owned, muttering to himself as he went. Below us the spaniel finally had enough of the pool, swam to the side, and bounced up out of the pond. His owner took a quick step back out of harm"s way just before the spaniel shook himself spasmodically. Then he bent down and attached a leash to the spaniels" collar and said something to him, and they went off toward Beacon Street together.
"You fooled me," Susan said suddenly.
"Which time," I said.
"When I met you. I thought you were rough and dangerous."
"And I"m not?"
"No you are. But I thought that"s all you were."
I turned and looked at her. She was staring straight ahead.
"You"ve been talking to someone," I said.
"I called Dr. Hilliard."
""The San Francisco shrink," I said.
"Yes."
I nodded, although she couldn"t see me, since she was staring intently at the middle distance. She didn"t say anything. I had nothing to say. We were quiet. The swan boat came under the bridge with its attendant ducks. The first three rows of benches were occupied by a group of j.a.panese tourists. Most of them had cameras. I always a.s.sumed that somebody in their pa.s.sport office told them that if you travel in a foreign land, and you are j.a.panese, you are expected to carry a camera.
"She reminded me of some of the issues we had to resolve when I went away from you before," Susan said.
"Um hmm," I said.
"My attraction to inappropriate men, for instance."
Her voice had a musing sound to it, as if she weren"t exactly talking to me.
"Um hmm."
"And I said to her, "Remind me again, if I had this need how did I end up with Spenser?" "
"You thought I was inappropriate," I said.
She turned her gaze away from the middle distance and onto me. She seemed startled.
"Yes," she said.
"And now you don"t," I said.
"You are the best man I"ve ever known. If anything, I may not deserve you."
I didn"t know what to do with that, but the conversation was going my way and I didn"t want it to stop.
"Because the way your father was," I said.
"And the way my mother made me feel about it."
"Your first love was an inappropriate man."
"And my mother convinced me that I didn"t deserve him."
"You only deserve men like Brad, or Russell Costigan."
"Yes."
"But when you get them, you can"t stay with them because they aren"t up to you."
Susan smiled tiredly.
"Something like that, though I wonder, sometimes, if there"s anyone who wouldn"t be up to me."
She said it in a way that put quotation marks around "up to me" and boldfaced "me."
"This is about why you asked me to help Brad Sterling." I said.
"I guess it is."
"So why did you?"
"Some sort of guilt, I guess. I married him for his failings and when they persisted, I left him."
"Doesn"t seem fair, does it?"
In view from every place on the little bridge were flowers in spring luxuriance. On the Arlington Street side were beds of tulips which would dazzle you if you were a flower kind of guy. The ornamental trees were in lacy blossom as well, their flowers much less a.s.sertive than the tulips. There were a lot of other flowers as well, but I didn"t know what they were. I wasn"t a flower kind of guy.
"Brad"s only fault," Susan said in a voice that seemed to come from somewhere far off, "was to continue to be what I married him for being."
I waited. Susan sounded like she might be through, but I didn"t want to say anything to keep her from going on. We were quiet. The small wind moved through the flowering trees and shook some of the blossoms loose and scattered them on the surface of the pond. A brown duck with a bottle green head went rapidly over to investigate, found it not to his liking, and veered away. Susan remained still looking at the pond. She was through.
"A number of other people have left him," I said. "Including his own sister."
"I know," she said and started looking at the distance again. "Poor guy, he"s lost so much in his life. Maybe..."
She shook her head and stopped talking again. "Maybe if you"d stayed, he would have turned into something else?" I said. "That"s some power you"ve got there, toots."
"I know, I know. But... he very much didn"t want the divorce."
"Of course he didn"t. But you can"t stay with someone because they want you to."
"I know," Susan said.
She knew it was true, but she didn"t believe it. I took in some air and let it out.
"You made a mistake marrying Brad," I said. "And you corrected it. You took up with me for the wrong reasons and then found out they were wrong and made a mistake with Russell Costigan and corrected that. It may have been bad for them, but it was good for me and, I think, for you. There"s no reason for guilt."
"And now I"ve got you involved in a big mess," she said.
That seemed a separate issue to me, but I thought it wise not to be picky.
"Big Mess is my middle name," I said.
She paid no attention, or if she did she was not amused.
"What kind of person acts like that?" she said.
I thought about looking at the distance for a while. But that didn"t seem productive. I took in more air and let it out again, even more slowly than last time.
"A person like you or me, an imperfect person, hence human, like you or me. I have nearly all my life tended to solve problems by whacking someone in the mouth. I contain that tendency better than I used to, but it hasn"t gone away. I have killed people and may again. I haven"t taken pleasure in it, but in most cases it hasn"t bothered me all that much either. Mostly it seemed like the thing to do at the time. But the capacity to kill someone and not feel too bad is not one that is universally admired."
"Your point?"
"You said I was the finest man you ever knew. Probably am. Most of humanity isn"t all that G.o.dd.a.m.ned fine to begin with. I am flawed. You are flawed. But we are not flawed beyond the allowable limit. And our affection for each other is not flawed at all."
She had stopped looking at the distance and was looking, for the first time, at me.
"And every day I have loved you," I said, "has been a privilege."
She kept looking at me and then soundlessly and without warning she turned from the bridge railing and pressed her face against my chest. She didn"t make a sound. Her hands hung by her side. I put my arms around her carefully. She didn"t move. We stood that way for a time as the pedestrians on the bridge moved spectrally past us. After a while, Susan put her arms around my waist and tightened them. And we stood that way for a time. Finally she spoke into my chest, her voice m.u.f.fled.
"Thank you," she said.
"You"re welcome."
And we stood some more and didn"t say anything else.