Sudden Mischief

Chapter 1

Sudden Mischief.

by Robert B Parker.

chapter one.

WE WERE AT the Four Seasons Hotel, in the Bristol Lounge. Bob Winter was playing "Green Dolphin Street" on the piano. I was drinking beer and Susan was doing very little with a gla.s.s of red wine. There were windows along the Boylston Street side of the room that looked out on the Public Garden, where winter was over, the swan boats were being cleaned, and had there been a turtledove awake at this hour we"d have almost certainly heard his voice.

"I need a favor," Susan said to me.



Her black hair was shiny and smelled slightly of lavender. Her eyes were impossibly big, and full of intelligence and readiness, and something else. The something else had to do with throwing caution to the winds, though I"d never been able to give it a name. People looked at her when she came in. She had the quality that made people wonder if she were someone important. Which she was.

"You know I"m the only guy in the room knows the lyrics to "Green Dolphin Street," " I said, "and you want me to sing them softly to you."

"Don"t make me call the bouncer," she said.

"At the Four Seasons? You"d have to tip him before he threw you out."

"It"s about my ex-husband," Susan said.

"The geek?"

"He"s not a geek," Susan said. "If you knew him, you"d kind of like him."

"Don"t confuse me," I said.

Winter played "Lost in Loveliness." The waitress looked at my empty beer gla.s.s. I nodded. Susan"s gla.s.s was still full.

"He came to see me last week," Susan said. "Out of the blue. I haven"t seen him in years. He"s in trouble. He needs help."

"I"m sure he does," I said.

"He needs help from you."

My second beer came. I thought about ordering a double shot of Old Thompsons to go with it but decided it was more manly to face this moment sober. I drank some of my beer.

"Okay," I said.

"I..." She stopped and looked out the windows for a moment. "I guess I"m kind of embarra.s.sed to ask you," she said.

"Yeah," I said. "It is kind of embarra.s.sing."

"But I am going to ask you anyway."

"Who else?" I said.

She nodded and picked up her gla.s.s and looked at it for a moment and put it down without drinking.

"Brad is being sued by a group of women who are charging him with s.e.xual hara.s.sment."

I waited. Susan didn"t say anything else.

"That"s it?" I said.

"Yes."

"And what was it you thought I could do about it?"

"Prove them wrong," she said.

"Maybe they"re right," I said.

"Brad is on the very edge of dissolution. If he gets dragged into court on this kind of thing... he hasn"t got enough money to defend himself."

"Or pay me," I said.

Susan nodded. "Or pay yes," she said.

"That"s encouraging," I said.

"I don"t love him," Susan said. "Maybe I never did. And he hasn"t been in my life for years, but..."

"But you used to know him and you don"t want to see him destroyed."

"Yes."

"And you don"t know what else to do, or who else to ask."

"Yes."

"So," I said. "I"ll take the case."

"And the fee?"

"If I get him off, you have to ball my socks off," I said.

"And if you don"t get him off?"

"I have to ball your socks off."

The something I had no name for flickered in Susan"s eyes.

"Sounds fair to me," she said.

"Okay, I"m on the case," I said. "Tell me about him."

"His name is Brad Sterling."

"Sterling?"

Susan looked down at the table.

"He changed it," she said.

"From Silverman. As in sterling silver, how precious."

"How un-Jewish," Susan said.

"How come you kept his name?"

"When we were first divorced I guess it was just easier. It was on my license, my social security card, my checking account."

"Uh huh."

"And I guess it was a way of saying that even if I weren"t married, I had been."

"Like a guy wearing his field jacket after he"s been discharged."

"Except that the jacket will still keep him warm."

"You wish you"d gone back to your... what"s the correct phrase these days?"

"Birth name," Susan said.

"Thank you. Do you wish you"d kept your birth name?"

"I suppose so, but by the time I was healthy enough to do that, I was healthy enough not to need to."

"Susan Hirsch," I said.

"Sounds odd, doesn"t it."

"Makes me think of s.e.x," I said.

"More than Silverman?"

"No, that makes me think of s.e.x too."

"How about Stoopnagel?"

"Yeah," I said. "That makes me think of s.e.x."

"I think I"m seeing a pattern here," Susan said.

"That"s because you"re a trained psychologist," I said. "Tell me about Sterling."

"I was a freshman at Tufts," Susan said. "He was at Harvard, my roommate and his roommate were cousins and we got fixed up."

Susan was many things, and almost all of them wondrous, but she was not succinct. I minded this less than I might have, because I loved to listen to her talk.

"He was a tackle on the Harvard football team. The only Jew ever to play tackle in the Ivy League, he used to say. I think he was kind of uneasy being Jewish at Harvard."

I made eye contact with the waitress and she nodded.

"He was very popular, had a lot of friends. Got by in cla.s.s without studying much. I really liked him. We were married the week after graduation."

"Big wedding?"

"Yes," Susan said. "Have I never talked about this with you?"

"No."

"Didn"t you ever want to know?"

"I want to know what you want to tell me."

"Well, I saw no point to talking to you about other men in my life."

"Up to you," I said. "I don"t need to know. And I don"t need to pretend there weren"t any."

She didn"t speak for a time. She slowly turned her wine gla.s.s by the stem and looked at me as if thinking about things.

"I always a.s.sumed it would bother you," she said.

"I"m entirely fascinated with you," I said. "And what you are is a result of what you were, including the other men."

She was quiet again, looking at me, turning her gla.s.s. Then she smiled.

"It was a very big wedding at Memorial Chapel at Harvard. Reception at the Ritz."

"Brad"s family had money," I said.

"Not after the reception," Susan said. "Actually, Brad"s father ran a salvage business in Chelsea. But by the time I came along he"d moved the family to Wellesley. Brad went to Harvard. His sister went to Bryn Mawr."

The waitress brought me another beer. Susan took a sip of her wine. Racing to catch up.

"Then what?" I said.

"Then not much," Susan said. "His father bought us a little house in South Natick."

"Just across the line from Wellesley."

"Yes. Brad"s mother was ten minutes away on Route 16."

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