The Boxer and the Spy

by Robert B. Parker

  “Maybe the less you be fighting about nothing,” George said.

  He put the big sixteen-ounce gloves onto the shelf and turned and looked at Terry for a moment. Terry thought he was going to say something, but he didn’t. He just looked at Terry silently and nodded as if to himself.

  “Don’t be worrying ‘bout the check-block thing,” George said after a while. “You gonna get it.”

  SKYCAM IV

  Gloria Trent stood on the front steps of the Cabot town hall. Her husband was beside her, and several others. A small group of reporters, including one television crew, was gathered in front of her.

  “I have devoted my life to simple things, ” Gloria Trent said. “To my family, my husband, who is here with me today, and my daughter, who is now completing her freshman year at my own school, Taft University. I have also devoted myself, as my family responsibilities permitted, to public service, first as school committee chairperson of this lovely town, and then as the chair of the Cabot Board of Selectmen. Today, with my daughter away at school, I have more time available for my second love, and with the enthusiastic support of my husband and daughter, I’m announcing my candidacy for the Republican nomination for gov ernor of this great commonwealth.”

  The people on the stairs with her applauded. Her husband raised both hands in the air as if he’d just won something. The news people took pictures.

  “I will be in the primaries. I will be at the convention. I will preach the values I have lived by. Values all of us understand. The importance of family. The values of small town America. The importance of each individual to the community. We all matter. We all make a difference. I belong to no political machine. I will represent no special interest groups ... except one. I will represent you, the people of this great commowealth. My credentials are simple ones. I will govern honestly, with a sense of fairness and fundamental human decency, without which no governance can succeed in a democracy. It is a long road to walk. As we proceed, I will spell out the specifics of my position on every issue confronting us. For now let me say only that I will walk that long road with my husband and my daughter, and I devoutly hope, with all of you.... Let us now begin. ”

  Again the applause. Again the triumphant raising of hands by her husband.

  When the applause had quieted, she located the television camera and gazed into it and said, “Questions?”

  CHAPTER 12

  The hero of William Dawes Regional High School left his cluster of assistant heroes and walked over to Terry in the high school weight room, where Terry was doing some light curls with fifteen-pound dumbbells.

  “Novak,” he said, “I wanna talk to you.”

  Terry continued to do his curls.

  “Okay,” Terry said.

  The hero’s name was Kip Carter. Thanks to him, William Dawes Regional had won the state championship in football three years in a row. He was a senior, two hundred pounds, blond hair, an all-state running back his junior and senior year. He was wearing a white tank top and black shorts over gray compression shorts. The tank top had ILLINI written on it in orange letters. It was a way of reminding everyone, Terry thought, that Kip Carter had a football scholarship to the University of Illinois.

  “You are starting to get yourself in trouble, Novak,” Kip Carter said.

  Terry felt the little ripple in his stomach that he always felt when there was trouble. It wasn’t fear, exactly. He didn’t quite know what it was. But he didn’t like it.

  “Like what?” Terry said.

  His face showed nothing. He kept curling the dumbbell.

  “Like sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong,” Kip Carter said.

  He was three years older than Terry and fifty pounds heavier. He was very muscular. The veins showed across his biceps. Terry finished the curls and put the dumbbell down and sat on the bench with his forearms popping.

  “Which is where?” Terry said.

  He could feel the electric ripple again in his stomach.

  “Snooping around asking about steroids,” Kip Carter said. “Claiming, like, some people are taking them.”

  “I never claimed anybody was taking steroids,” Terry said.

  “You calling me a liar?”

  Terry stood up.

  “I never said anybody was taking steroids,” Terry said.

  “How come you’re snooping around?”

  “I’m trying to figure out what happened to Jason Green,” Terry said.

  “He killed himself,” Kip Carter said. “Lotta fags commit suicide.”

  Terry put his hands up near his head in a kind of loose boxer’s stance.

  “What are you going to do, Novak? You gonna box me? You little creep,” Kip Carter said.

  Terry thought about what George said. Fighting about nothing. Kip Carter was nothing. What difference did it make what he said about Jason? What did Terry need to prove to Kip Carter? He’d keep doing what he was going to do. Wasn’t that enough proof? It was. He dropped his hands, but he kept his feet under him.

  “No,” Terry said. “I’m not going to fight you.”

  “Damn straight,” Kip Carter said. “Wouldn’t be much of a damn fight anyway. You little turd.”

  “Sure,” Terry said.

  “You understand,” Kip Carter said, “what I’m telling you? You forget about Jason Green and you forget about steroids, and you keep your nose clean. Maybe you make it to sophomore year without getting hurt.”

  “Sure,” Terry said.

  “Damn straight,” Kip Carter said, and turned and walked out of the weight room.

  He must like saying “damn straight, ”Terry thought.

  CHAPTER 13

  They were having coffee together in a shop on Main Street, across from the two-story brick building in downtown Cabot where Terry trained with George.

  “Were you scared?” Abby said.

  “I guess everybody’s a little scared before a fight,” Terry said.

  “But there wasn’t a fight,” Abby said.

  “I didn’t know that,” Terry said, “when I was being scared.”

  “Everybody’s scared of Kip Carter All-American,” Abby said. “Even Tank, I think.”

  Terry nodded.

  “Would you fight with him if you had to?”

  “I guess,” Terry said.

  “You can box,” Abby said.

  “I’m learning,” Terry said.

  “Maybe you’d win,” Abby said.

  “Maybe,” Terry said.

  He sipped his coffee. He didn’t like it exactly. But he had decided he was too old now to be going out for sodas and frappes. He felt more like a serious guy drinking coffee. Abby had some too.

  “Thing is,” Terry said, “it’s like George says. You learn how to box, you also learn how to not get in fights over nothing.”

  “And Kip Carter All-American is nothing?”

  “Nothing to me,” Terry said.

  “Even though he says you can’t do what you want to?”

  “I’m going to do what I want to,” Terry said.

  “Try to find out what happened to Jason?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What if he catches you and tries to beat you up?” Abby said.

  “I’ll try to make him stop,” Terry said.

  “What if he wins?”

  “George says losing is part of fighting. Everybody loses. George lost eighteen times,” he said. “Mohammed Ali lost once to Joe Frazier.”

  Abby was looking at him and frowning a little, the way she did when she was thinking about something. Terry believed it was the greatest look that was possible.

  “If you gave it all you had when you won,” Terry said. “And you gave it all you had when you lost. It’s all anybody can ask you to do, George says.”

  “George, George, George,” Abby said. “Do you believe everything George tells you?”

  “I guess,” Terry said. “The way George is, is a nice way to be.”

  “He doesn’t seem all
that successful,” Abby said.

  “I don’t mean that,” Terry said. “He seems like he’s not scared of anything and he’s not mad about anything and he’s got nothing to prove to anybody, you know?”

  Abby nodded.

  “You’re more like that than most kids,” she said.

  “Not like George,” Terry said.

  “It’s too hard to be like George when you’re a kid,” Abby said. “I mean there’s all the crap around you. Get good grades, get into college, be popular, do a bunch of extracurricular activities so the colleges will think you’re well rounded. You’re supposed to, you know, not have sex, not get drunk, not smoke dope, even though all the adults do it, and you have to listen to them always telling you about how these are the best days of your life.”

  Abby paused for breath.

  “What crap,” she said.

  Terry smiled.

  “Feel better?” he said.

  “You know it’s true.”

  “Yeah,” he said, “I do.”

  “So how do you deal with it?” Abby said.

  “I try not to pay so much attention to it,” Terry said. “I just try to sort of keep going, do what I do. We’ll grow up in a while.”

  Abby put her hand on top of his. He felt it throughout his whole self.

  “I think maybe you already have,” Abby said.

  Terry felt as if the air were fresher than it had been and he could breathe deeper. It was as if the fresh air went into every part of him. He didn’t know what to say. So he simply nodded. The waitress came down the counter and poured them more coffee. Terry put sugar and cream in his. Abby drank hers black. They both drank some coffee from the thick white diner-style mugs. Abby held hers in two hands.

  “Who do you suppose told on you?” Abby said when she had put her cup down.

  “Not that many kids knew I was interested in steroids,” Terry said.

  “Tank,” Abby said. “And Suzi and Bev, we were talking by the Wall that day. You talked with Nancy Fortin.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Anybody else?”

  “I don’t think so,” Terry said.

  “Then it must have been one of them,” Abby said.

  “Why would they tell Kip Carter?” Terry said.

  “To get in good with him,” Abby said. “The question is: Why would he care?”

  “Maybe he’s juicing,” Terry said. “And he’s afraid he’ll get caught.”

  “How are we going to find out?” Abby said.

  Love that “we, ” Terry thought.

  “I guess we’ll have to ask,” he said.

  CHAPTER 14

  They were hanging on the Wall.

  “I never said anything to Carter,” Tank said.

  “You’re sure?” Terry said. “Maybe when you were asking around about steroids?”

  “I didn’t ask,” Tank said. “I just kinda looked and listened, you know.”

  “Is he one of the guys on ‘roids?” Terry said.

  Tank gave an elaborate shrug.

  “Look at him,” Tank said.

  Terry nodded.

  “And Nancy Fortin says she doesn’t even know who Kip Carter is,” he said.

  “Everybody knows who he is,” Tank said.

  “Nancy’s in her own world,” Terry said.

  “He was freakin’ all-state,” Tank said.

  Terry shrugged. Abby came across the common from the library and joined them on the Wall. She held out a package of Altoid mints, which she liked and no one else could stand.

  “Mint?” she said.

  Terry shook his head.

  “No thanks,” Tank said. “Take the enamel off your teeth, I think.”

  Abby smiled at him.

  “Sissy,” she said.

  “You talked to Suzi and Bev?” Terry said.

  Abby popped a mint into her mouth. She nodded.

  “Yes,” she said. “Neither of them said anything to Kip Carter All-American.”

  “You believe them?” Terry said. “Maybe they wanted to score some points with the big man on campus?”

  Abby laughed.

  “Terry,” she said, “most of the girls in school don’t like Kip Carter All-American. He’s always trying to cop a feel in the halls. You wear a loose top, he’s always trying to get a peek down your front.”

  “Doesn’t make him a bad person,” Tank said.

  “Oh Tank, oink!” Abby said. “Suzi’s got no interest in him. He’s creepy.”

  “How ‘bout Bev?” Terry said.

  “She says he’s never spoken to her.”

  “Lotta people ain’t spoken to Bev,” Tank said.

  “I know,” Abby said. “Poor Bev, she’s such a Goody Two-shoes.”

  “So how’d he know,” Terry said. “If nobody told him, how’d he know.”

  They were quiet, sitting three in a row on the Wall. Abby was between the two boys, swinging her legs, and Terry liked how her jeans tightened over her thighs as she moved. He liked the strong smell of mint on her breath when she spoke.

  “No kids told him,” Abby said.

  “That’s what we’re saying,” Tank said.

  “No,” Terry said. “We’re saying nobody told him.”

  “What’s the difference?”

  Terry looked at Abby.

  “Some adults knew,” Abby said.

  “Bullard knew,” Terry said.

  “And the secretary in the nurse’s office,” Abby said.

  Tank got it. He was excited. He wasn’t used to getting things quickly.

  “And the librarian,” Tank said. “You was asking her about some steroid stuff, I remember.”

  “Why would they tell Kip Carter All-American?” Abby said.

  “I don’t know,” Terry said.

  “Maybe if we found out,” Abby said, “we might know a lot.”

  There it is again, Terry thought, “we”!

  CHAPTER 15

  They were walking on the beach, which they liked to do. The weather was overcast, the wind was damp, and the surface of the ocean was gray and rough looking. There was something exciting about it, they thought. And if they dressed warmly, it was fun.

  “You think it really was a grown-up that told Kip Carter All-American about you?” Abby said.

  “Kids say they didn‘t,” Terry said.

  “But kids don’t always admit stuff,” Abby said.

  “Neither do grown-ups,” Terry said.

  “True,” Abby said. “So how are we going to find out?”

  “Well,” Terry said. “I suppose first thing is, we don’t trust anybody.”

  “Except each other,” Abby said.

  “Except that,” Terry said. “We don’t know who’s talking to who, or why. So we keep our mouths shut.” He smiled. “Except if we’re kissing.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind when we start,” Abby said.

  “We will,” Terry said, “sooner or later.”

  He always felt a little scared when he mentioned things like that to her. They were so good now, being best friends, it was as if he might spoil something.

  “Probably,” Abby said.

  He hadn’t spoiled it!

  “And we only tell anything to each other,” Terry said.

  Abby nodded.

  “That won’t help us find out anything,” Abby said.

  “I know.”

  They continued walking. Now it was raining a little. The beach was empty. It was one of the reasons they liked to walk in bad weather. They had it to themselves. Without saying anything, they had both chosen to walk away from the place where Jason Green’s body had washed up. The wind had gotten stronger, and Abby took his arm and pressed against him as if for shelter. The harbor was getting rougher with the strengthening wind and the red channel buoys were tossing from side to side.

  As they walked, he felt the pressure inside him. He always felt it when he was with Abby. He was thrilled to be with her. But he knew there had to be something more and he wa
sn’t sure what would happen to them if they took the next step toward something more. What if the something more didn’t work so well, and it meant they couldn’t be friends anymore.

  It would kill me, he thought.

  “We could follow him,” Terry said.

  “Kip Carter All-American?”

  “Yes.”

  “What would that prove?”

  “If he spent a lot of time talking to the librarian or the secretary in the nurse’s office or Mr. Bullard, maybe we’d know something.”

  “You don’t think it’s the librarian or the secretary,” Abby said. “Do you?”

  “No.”

  “You think it’s Mr. Bullard.”

  Terry shrugged.

  “Mr. Bullard also told me to stop messing around with this stuff,” Terry said.

  Abby nodded.

  “And you think we’ll catch Kip Carter All-American hanging out with Bullard?” she said. “What’ll that do for us?”

  “I don’t know,” Terry said. “I just don’t know what else to do.”

  The wind was driving the rain at a small slant. Terry liked it. There was something exciting or romantic or something about rain.

  “How about he’s got his license and his father bought him a car and we can’t even drive yet,” Abby said. “How do we follow him if he drives?”

  “We can follow him in school,” Terry said.

  “But what about after?”

  “I guess all we can do is follow him where we can,” Terry said.

  Abby smiled.

  “It’s not much of a plan,” she said.

  “No,” Terry said. “It isn’t.”

  “But I suppose it’s better than no plan,” Abby said.

  “Yes,” Terry said. “It is.”

  The wind was strong now and the rain was hard. Terry felt as if all the energy of the storm was in the pit of his stomach, as if he might explode. She seemed so much calmer about their relationship. Sort of peaceful. Every time he joked about what might happen, like the kissing remark, she might joke or go along, but she always allowed him to think it might happen. That he and Abby might happen. That maybe they were happening already. He thought of his jokes as sort of momentary overflow But he knew she knew. Sometimes he thought she knew everything.