Jealousy an ugly thing, he said. without Dwayne, Taft won the Big East with an overtime at the buzzer victory over Syracuse and headed into the N.C.A.A Tournament. Dwayne dressed for every game and sat on the end of the bench farthest from Dixie. The question was on the cover of Sports Illustrated, and the talk shows rang with it. Who isn't Dwayne Woodcock playing? Dwayne wasn't saying and neither was Dixie Dunham.
The pro teams, Dixie said, were on his case worse than the press. Was there a reason that Dwayne shouldn't be drafted? Did he have a drug problem? Was there an injury? Taft's chances of getting to the final four without Dwayne were worse than my chances had been that day I fought Walcott. Every day Dwayne showed up for practice. Every day he worked as hard as he always did. Nights he stayed in his condo with Chantel. Hawk and I had taken to trailing along behind him. Figure now that he 'ain't playing and can't help them, Hawk said, might occur to them that he can hurt them. So we watch his back to protect him from people that you're watching my back to protect me from, I said.
You get into weird shit, Hawk said. We followed Dwayne around for most of that week when I saw Dixie after practice. Cort wants to see you, Dixie said. Says if I see you to tell you to get on up to his office now.
Gulp, I said. Dixie kept on walking toward the locker room. Dwayne passed me without looking at me and went into the locker room behind Dixie. I left Hawk watching Dwayne and walked up across campus toward the President's office. I was aware that Hawk wasn't behind me and I could feel the muscles bunch in my shoulders as I walked across the unsheltered quadrangle. In the outer office of President Cort, June Merriman looked pleased when I came in. Well, where have you been?
President Cort has been trying to reach you for two days. Mostly I was home, I said, playing with my knuckle knife collection. I'll tell the President you're here, she said.
mister Morton is with him! And mister Haller! Wait, let me catch my breath, I said. June pressed the intercom like someone lining up three cherries on a slot machine. mister Spenser has arrived, she said. I couldn't hear the response, but she could and she said, They'll see you right now, and stood and walked to the door to Cort's office and ushered me in, gladly. Cort was at his desk looking serious. Morton was standing at the window gazing down at the campus. Haller was sitting on a couch against the wall with his feet on the coffee table.
He looked amused. Cort looked up at me for a long silent moment.
Morton turned from the window frowning.
I bore it stoutly. I'd like a full report, please, Cort said. He had on a double breasted gray pinstripe suit and a large silk foulard tie.
1 I haven't found out anything, I said. That's your idea of a full report? sionOistte I said, I'm referred to as the great compresHaller recrossed his legs on the coffee table. You've practically pillaged our student personnel records. You badgered a large number of faculty members, Dwayne Woodcock is now on the bench, Taft is likely to lose the N.C.A.A championship tournament.
Neither Dwayne nor Coach Dunham will comment on this. The national press is in full cry. Cort's voice was a masterful example of emotion under firm control. Aw, hell, I said, it wasn't much. You have charged that Dwayne cannot read, Cort said. I didn't say anything.
Morton had his arms folded across his chest. He had on a dark blue pinstriped double breasted suit with a large maroon silk tie. And you have nothing to report? he said. Hard to believe, isn't it, I said.
mister Spenser, Cort said, we have been paying you to find out things that we want found out, not to disrupt this campus and annoy our faculty. No extra charge for that, I said.
It's a professional courtesy. There's nothing funny about this, Spenser, Morton said. We want an accounting. Don't blame you, I said, but I'm not going to give you one. Morton looked at Haller.
Cort looked at Haller. Cort said, Vince, do we not have a viable legal position here? Haller smiled. Sure you do, Adrian. Everybody has a viable legal position everywhere in this great land, whatever that means. But in fact what you can do is fire him or accept his report.
All other courses are, ah, counterproductive.
Counterproductive, I said. Vince, you been taking night courses?
Flippancy is no substitute for competence, mister Spenser, Cort said.
That's too bad, I said. I was hoping to get by on it. Cort looked at Morton. Morton looked at Haller. Haller shrugged. You leave us no choice, Cort said. I'm afraid we're going to have to terminate our arrangement as of now. We will honor your expenses through this afternoon until five. Call it even, I said. I turned and started for the door. Haller said, Wait a minute, Spenser. He turned to Cort and Morton. You think firing him will get him out of your hair. It won't.
He's got hold of something's tail, I know him.
He's not going to let go until he pulls it out of its hole and sees what it is. He will no longer be welcome on this campus, Cort I said.
Haller laughed. You think he cares? He isn't welcome most places. He doesn't give a shit, Adrian, whether he's welcome or he isn't. Haller turned toward me. Do you, he said. I smiled enigmatically. What have you got, Spenser? I shook my head. I don't quite know, Vince. No, that's not it. I do know. What I don't know is what the hell to do with it. And you won't talk about it, Haller said. No. Haller shrugged. He won't let go, he said to Cort and Morton. We hired him on your recommendation, Vince. And you didn't listen to the warnings that went with it, Haller said. He's good.
There isn't anyone as good, let alone better. But he does what the hell he is going to do and if you don't like it he doesn't care. I told you that. You hire Spenser and sometimes you get more than you hoped for and sometimes you don't like it. You remember those words?
Cort was angry. Enough, he said. If there was a mistake made, now is the time to rectify it. You're fired, mister Spenser, and you are to be removed from campus by the university police if you are in any way an impediment to the business of this campus. I love it when you're angry, I said. Your whole face lights up. when Hawk and I got back to my office there was a message on my machine.
This is Maguire in New York. Nothing in the computer or anywhere else on Madelaine Roth. But Deegan has a girlfriend in the Boston area.
Slips out on the old lady every other week or so and goes up there.
You get anything, let me know. Hawk and I looked at each other. Okay, I said. That's more coincidence than I'm ready to buy.
Be odd, Hawk said, if it ain't Madelaine. So she knows Broz from Georgetown, she knows Deegan from Queens College. When Deegan is looking for someone to scrag me, she puts him in touch with Broz.
Education a wonderful thing, Hawk said. She's got to be in on the fix with Dwayne, I said. I Hawk was quiet. So if I follow her around, after a while she'll lead me to Deegan. What you going to do when you find him? Hawk said. ' Don't screw this up, I said. It's almost a plan. Hawk nodded. Okay, I said, you stick with Dwayne during the day. I'll try to get the campus police to cover him at night. Thought they didn't like you over there. Why should they be different, 'I Il call Haller, and have him talk to the college. Be a good idea if you did that with everybody. Let Haller speak for me? I said. In every instance, Hawk said. I called Haller. Vince, I said, there's some chance, I don't know how great, that someone might try to kill Dwayne.
He is caught up in something, isn't he?
Haller said. Hawk will cover him during the day, but he can't do it twenty-four hours. Can you get the campus cops to cover Dwayne when he's home? Yes. Are they any good? I said. Like they have guns and stuff, don't they? They're all right, Haller said. It's a professional force. Get them to cover his house, I said, from six at night to seven Hawk frowned at me, ah, make it eight, in the morning.
Hawk will take him the rest of the time. We hung up. Seven A.M.?
Hawk said. Surely you jest. Hell, I was worried you'd be insulted when I said you couldn't do twenty-four hours. I Can, Hawk said, is different than want to. Sure, I said. See if you can keep him alive till the campus cops get there. When Hawk
was gone I called Frank Belson."need the make and plate number of a car registered to Madelaine Roth, I said. And you think I'm a registry inspector, Belson said. I figure you wanted to be, but flunked the test, I said. Only way to flunk that one is to die near the beginning of it, Belson said.
How do you spell Madelaine? I told him. Call you back, he said, unless there's a crime or something, and I get distracted. He hung up. I sat and waited. In fifteen minutes Belson called back.
1988 Saab 900, silver gray, Mass.
vanity plate says MAD, Belson said. Anything else I can do for you before I go back to crime busting? No, I said, that's fine. I'll remember you at Christ-" Belson hung up. I went down to get my car and drive to Taft." to turn around three in the afternoon and began cruising the faculty and staff parking lot near the administration building. It didn't take long. I found the silver Saab with the MAD license plate in the second row three cars in, right behind the administrative building. There was a green triangular parking sticker on the right window near the door edge.
I parked my car in sight of the parking area in an area marked Visitors and waited. It was not a complicated intellectual process and I was able to handle it. The campus police did not open fire on me. A cruiser moved by me once and the cop looked at me with neither interest nor recognition. At 4:37 Madelaine came out of the administrative building wearing a full pleated skirt in sort of a pale violet plaid, high lavender boots, and a gray trench coat with the collar up and the belt knotted rather than buckled. She carried a big straw bag and a smaller purse of gray leather and she walked very briskly. When she pulled out of the parking lot I cruised along behind her. We drove east, picked up Route 16 into Newton, turned left on Commonwealth and ended up at a series of condominium townhouses just up the road from the big Marriott where the Totem Pole used to be. I kept going I past and watched her park and walk to her door. She went in. I U-turned 100 yards down and drove back and parked across the street in the parking lot of a complex of garden I' apartments where I could watch her door. Which I did until eleven forty-five and went home.
She didn't come out, no one went in. I did this for three nights, picking her up at work and following her home. One night she stopped at the Star Market in Newtonville, another night she stopped at a liquor store on the way home. That's all. She didn't see anyone or do anything. I figured that if she and Deegan were a matched pair sooner or later he'd come to her house or she'd go to his. I figured he wouldn't show up at the University, so that left my days free to sit around and think about becoming an abbot. The fourth night was Friday, and I scored. I had been sitting in the apartment parking lot for maybe forty-five minutes when a cab pulled up and Deegan got out with an overnight bag in his hand. He went to the door and it opened and he stood for a moment with his arms wide and Madelaine came out and jumped against him and wrapped her legs around his waist. They kissed for a considerable siderable time and then Deegan carried her into the house, still holding the overnight bag dangling kind of awkwardly from his left hand behind her back and slapping against her buttocks as Deegan walked. The door slammed shut behind them. Deegan had probably kicked it shut with his heel. I speculated on what might happen next.
Whatever it was did not involve coming back out. At ten thirty I gave up and went home to bed. Deegan was going to stay the weekend. That seemed pretty clear. Probably had been back to New York to see his wife and count his money and, maybe, bring in a hitter from the Big Apple to deal with me. So I had access to him, I was pretty sure, for the next two days. If only it were pretty clear what I was going to do with him. It seemed time to consult with Susan and, perhaps, Hawk.
Susan was in pajamas when I arrived. But I wasn't fooled. Her hair wasn't up. She was waiting for me. Hey, she said, how's it going?
Bobby Deegan just showed up at Madelaine's house and she ran over and jumped in his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. Susan smiled. Her face softened, Hey, how's it going, she said. Yeah, I said. We'd probably hurt ourselves doing that. Susan went to the refrigerator and took out a low glass pitcher with a glass stirrer in it. It contained a pale chartreuse-colored fluid. Gimlets, she said.
Gimlets? I Yes, I decided we ought to have something that was our drink, she said. I And you chose gimlets? Yes, the color is so lovely. I nodded. I And we only drink them with each other, and we keep our pitcher and our two gimlet glasses by themselves and we don't drink anything else out of them. Susan's eyes were bright.
I'll get a matched set for my place too, I said. Yes, she said.
That's very romantic, I said. I thought so, Susan said. Wouldn't it be just as easy to jump into my arms and wrap your legs around my waist? Susan poured out a gimlet over ice and handed it to me.
Drink the goddamn gimlet, she said. Right, I said, it wouldn't be easier at all. Susan leaned against me and I put my arms around her and one thing led to another and we left the gimlets half drunk on her kitchen counter. Around midnight we were quiet. I lay on my back with my right arm outstretched. She had her head against my shoulder.
Madelaine and Deegan are the keys to this, I said. Is that what we're going to do now? Talk about your case? I nodded. I Then it must be they who prevent Dwayne from testifying, Susan said. Unless you've missed a great deal, and you usually don't, there's no one else that could be. Yeah, but what have we got on him and how do I find out?
Without exposing Dwayne, she said. Sure, that's the goddamned kink in the rope. Otherwise I just give what I've got to Taft and let them take it to the D.A. and you and I can go to Chicago and have dinner at Le Perroquet. And a gimlet first?
The whole ball of wax, I said. Is that what we've been involved in tonight? Susan said. Yes, tonight was the whole ball of wax, I said.
And you call me romantic, Susan murmured. Shucks, I said. We were quiet. Is there a way to bring them together? Susan said.
Dwayne, Madelaine and Deegan? I said. Yes. I shrugged. Probably, I said, though you've got to understand about Dwayne. If he's recalcitrant, it's heavy work. I know, Susan said, I know. You've mentioned that he's big, but you and Hawk can probably reason with him.
Say we get them together, what have we got then? Susan shook her head.
No way to know, she said. Certainly no less than you've got right now.
Very true, I said. And perhaps we'll have some insight into the relationship that we don't have now. We? Yes, Susan said.
It's somewhat my line of work. PerI haps I might be able to add a useful observation. Perhaps you might, I said. in the morning Susan called Chantel for me. I didn't want Dwayne to answer and recognize my voice and hang up. Chantel? Susan said. Pause.
mister Spenser calling, just a moment. We were still in bed and Susan handed the phone across her body to me. Chantel, I said. Her voice was sleepy. What you want? Can you talk? Not much, she said.
Okay, listen then. Un huh. I want Dwayne to see Bobby Deegan and Madelaine Roth at an address in Newton I'm going to give you. "I don't understand that, Ma'am. The Ma'am must have been diversionary.
I'll be there, and Hawk, and my friend Dr. Silverman, the woman who just spoke to you. Un huh. So you've got to get him there under whatever pretext. What's a good time today? Today?
Chantel sounded confused. Yes. This morning would be good. In an hour, say. We ain't even up yet, Chantel said. We need to do this quickly, Chantel. Can you get him there? Yes, she said. Two hours.
Okay, I gave her the address and hung up. The Kid's okay, I said to Susan. No argument, no maybe. Justyes. And Hawk will meet us there?
Susan said. He's there now, I said. I called him before you were awake. You awoke from an evening of rapture thinking business?
First I thought about the rapture, I said. Susan nodded. Hawk will make sure that Madelaine and her boyfriend don't leave, Susan said.
Yes. I Wise, Susan said, though it came rather hard upon the heels of rapture. I'll make breakfast, I said, 'and you can start getting ready. I If I start getting ready now, I won't be able to y "I know, I said
. I like to be in a hurry, Susan said. Puzzling, but true, I said. I got up and put on my Darth Vader robe. Susan slipped out of bed and walked naked toward the bathroom. Except when I take a bath, Susan said. I like long slow baths. Among other things, I said.
Susan looked at me the way she does, sort of sideways. She took her robe from a hanger in her closet and slipped it on. Susan was never naked except when there was occasion for it.
She always looked a little relieved when she got into her robe. I headed for the kitchen. Susan and I had sweet potato pancakes and two cups of coffee each. Decaffeinated. No problem. I didn't miss real coffee at all. We cleaned up the dishes afterward and then Susan said, My God, look at the time, and began to speed around her condo. I went into the bathroom and took a shower and came out and found a neutral corner in her bedroom and dressed and put my new Browning on my hip, slid past her into the living room and stayed out of the way until she was ready. At nine fifteen we were on the Mass. Pike to Newton. We got off at West Newton and headed west on Washington to Commonwealth Ave. and west on Commonwealth to Madelaine's condo. I still say it would have been shorter, Susan was saying, to go straight out to 128 and come back in. No hurry, I said. It was seventy- three degrees and sunny, an atypical late March day in Boston. Easy for you to say.
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