Robert B Parker - Spenser 28 - Hush Money
For Joan: all the day and night time
settling into slush on Berkeley Street. I was listening to a spring training game from Florida between the Sox and the Blue Jays. Joe Castiglion? and Jerry Trupiano were calling the game and struggling bravely to read all the drop-ins the station had sold. They did as well as anyone could, but Red Barber and Mci Allen would have had trouble with the number of commercials these guys had to slip in. te leisurely pace of baseball had once been made for radllb. It allowed the announcers to talk about baseball in perfect consonance with the rhythm of the game. We listened not only to hear what happened but because we liked the music of it. The sound of a late game from the coast, between two teams out of contention on a Sunday afternoon in August, driving home from the beach. The crowd noise was faint in the background, the voices of the play-by-play guys embroidering on a dull game. Now there was little time for baseball talk. There Was barely time for play-by-play. And uch of the music was gone. Still, it was the sound of spring, and it took some of the chill out of the slush storm.
Just after the fifth inning started, Hawk came into my office with a smallish man in a short haircut, wearing a dark
three-piece suit and a red and White polka dot bow tie. His skin was blue black and seemed tight on him. I turned the
radio down, but not off. "Client," Hawk said. "Ever hopeful;' I said.
I recognized the small man. His name was Robinson Nevins. He was a professor at the university, the author of at least a dozen books, a frequent guest on television Shows, and a nationally known figure in what the press calls The Black Community. Time magazine had once referred to him as "the Lion of Academe."
"I'm Robinson Nevins," he said and put his hand out. I leaned forward and shook it without getting up. "Hawk may be premature in calling me a client. We need to talk a bit first, among other things we ought to find out if we can get along."
"Whose tabT' I said to Hawk.
"Guarantee half everylng I get," Hawk said.
"That much;' I said.
"I can't afford very much," Neyins said.
"Maybe we won't get along," I' said.
"I am dependent largely on a university salary and, as I'm sure you know, that is not a handsome sum."
"Depends what sums you're used to," I said. "How about the books?"
"The books are well received, and have influence I hope beyond their sales. Their sales are modest. I make some money on the lecture circuit, but far too often I speak
because I feel the cause is just rather than the price is right." "Don't you hate when that happens," I said. Nevins smiled, but not as if he thought I was funny.
"What would you like to pay me a modest amount to do?" I said.
have been denied tenure," Nevins said. stared at him. "Tenure?" I said. Unjustly." "And you want me to look into that?" I said. "Yes." "Tenure," I said. :""Yes." was silent. Nevins didn't say anything else. I looked at
"You want me to do this? I said to Hawk. "Yes.". I was silent again. /.: I understand your reaction, Nevms said. I sound chur - ish to And you think that there are causes of greater than whether I get tenure at the university." I pointed a finger at Nevins. "Bingo;' I said.
"I know, were I you that would beamy reaction. But it is
not simply that I am denied tenure and therefore will have to
leave. I can find another job. What is at iss here is that I h ' s ouldn t have been denied tenure. I am more qualified than most members of the tenure committee. More qualified than many who have received tenure." "You think it's racialT' I said. "It would be an easy supposition and one most of us have made correctly in our lives," Nevins said. "But I am, in fact, not sure that it is." ' "What else?" I said. "I don't know. I am something of an anomaly for a black man at the university. I- am relatively conservative." "What do you teach?" "American literature." "Black perspective?"
4 JOY' '. Purer "Well, my perspective. I include black writers, but I also include a number of dead white men?' "Daring;' I said. "Do you know that we are turning out English Ph.D.s who have never read MiltonT' "I didn't know that," I said. "You think you were shot down for being insufficiently correct?" "Possibly;' Nevins said. "I don't know. What I know is there was a smear campaign orchestrated by someone, which I believe cost me tenure." "You want me to find out who did the smearing? "Yes." I looked at Hawk again. He nodded. "Wouldn't an ttttomey be more likely to get you your tenure?" "I am not fighting this because I didn't get tenure. I'm fighting this because it's wrong?' "If you got the tenure decision reversed, would you accept it?" Nevins smiled at the question. "You press a person, don't you," he said. "I like to know things;' I said. "Like how sincere I tm about fighting this because it's wrong." "That would be good to know;' I said. "If I were offered tenure I would have to assess my options. But even if I accepted it, the process was still wrong." "What was the thrust of the smear campaign?" Hawk appeared to be listening to the faintly audible ball game. And he was. If asked, he could give you the score and recap the last inning. He would also be able to tell you everything I said or Nevins said and how we looked when we said it.
"A young man, a graduate student, committed suicide this past semester. It was alleged to be the result of a sexual relationship with me." "What was his name?" I said. "Prentice Lamont." "Any truth to it?" "None." I nodded. "I imagine you'd like that laid to rest as well." "Yes.".i "Okay," I said. "Okay meaning you'll do it?" · "Yep." I: Nevins seemed mildly puzzled. Like that7" Yep." "Aren't you going to ask if I'm gay?" "Nope." "Why not?" "Don't care." "But," Nevins frowned, "it might be germane." "If it is, I'll ask," I said. Nevins opened his mouth and closed it and sat back in his chair. Then he took a green-covered checkbook out of his inside coat pocket. "What will you need for a retainer?" "No need for a retainer," I said. "Oh, but I insist. I don't want favors." Hawk was looking out the window at the slush accumulating around the stylishly booted ankles of the young women leaving the insurance companies on their way to lunch. Without turning around he said, "He doing me the favor, Robinson."
Nevins was not slow. He looked once at Hawk, and back at me, and nodded to himself. He put the green checkbook back inside his coat and stood. "Do you need anything else fight now?" he said. "No. I'll poke around at it, see what develops." "And I'll hear from you?" "Yes," I said. "Will you be involved, Hawk?" Hawk turned from the window and grinned at Nevins. "Sure," he said. "I'll help him with the hard stuff." Nevins put out his hand. "I appreciate your taking this," he said, "for whomever you're doing the favor." I shook it. "You need a ride anyplace?" he said to Hawk. Hawk shook his'head. Nevins nodded as if to confirm something in his head, and turned and left. Hawk continued to look out the window. The ball game had moved quietly into the eighth inning. Outside my window it was mostly rain now. Hawk turned away fro the window and looked at me without expression. 'renure?' I said. Hawk smiled. '"Fraid so," he said.
homelike, and one of her most successful attempts was the
..irelatively recent introduction of a coffeemaker, coffee canis-
lrs, and some color-coordinated mugs. Milk for the coffee
:n required a small refrigerator, ih which I could also keep
ibeer in case of an emergency. The refrigerator, of course,
matched the mugs and the canisters and the sugar bowl and
'milk pitcher. The coffee filters and flatware were in a l!ttle
.!rawer in the cabinet that I had built under her direction to
hold the refrigerator. Hawk always smiled when he looked at
it. Which he was doing now as he made us some coffee.
"Surprised Susan don't have you colo
r-coordinating your
ammunition," Hawk said.
"Well, she does sort of like the.357," I said, "because she
likes how the lead nose of the bullets contrasts with the
stainless steel cylinder." ,
'`Tasteful in small things," Hawk said, "tasteful in all
things.,,/
He poured a pot full of water into the coffeemaker and
turned the machine on.
"Tell me about Robinson Nevins," I said.
"Father is Bobby Nevins," Hawk said.
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"The trainer?"
"Un huh."
Hawk and I both watched the small'trickle of coffee that
Mr. Coffee was generating very slowly into the pot. "A watched pot never brews," I said. "Yeah it will," Hawk said.
"You know Bobby Nevins.?" I said.
"Yeah."
"He ever train you?"
"Some," he said.
"That how you know the kid?"
"Un huh."
The pot had filled slowly.
'role you it would brew," Hawk said.
"Jeez? I said. "I was sure I was right."
Hawk took it from the machine and poured us two cups of coffee.
"You are a domestic fool," I said when Hawk handed me a cup.
"Ancestors were house slaves," Hawk said. "It's in the genes."
"So how well you know Robinson Nevins?" I said.
"Bobby come closer to bringing me up,,, Hawk said, "than anyone else:'
"So you've known Robinson all your life:' "Yes." "Well,,?"
"No, not so much. He was around some:'
"But he came to you when he got in trouble," I said. Hawk shook his head. "Bobby did;' Hawk said. "He's still alive.`?"
"Yeah. Eighty4wo now, still healthy, still hangs out at the ym looking for young fighters."
"So Robinson was born to him late."
"Yes, only kid. Got divorced when Robinson was pretty :.mall. Wasn't a good divorce. Don't know where Robinson's :::aother is now."
· "Kid close to his father?"
"Bobby loves that kid," Hawk said. "Kid grew up mostly with his mother. But Bobby paid the bills and saw the kid when he could and when the kid got to be a professor Bobby was walking around talking like the kid had just become heavyweight champ. You know, I don't know if Bobby ever
even went to school. I'm not sure how much Bobby can read." "How about Robinson. He close to Bobby?"
"I think he's a little embarrassed by his father," Hawk said. "He's close to his mamma and his mamma never had
much good to say about Bobby."
I nodded.
"What do you know about his problems.'?" I said. "Just what he told you." "What do you think.'?"
"'Bout the tenure or the suicide or what?"
"Any of the above," I said.
"Don't know shit about tenure," Hawk said. "Kid who died, Prentice Lamont, was a very gay guy. I pretty sure
Robinson knew him. Don't know if Robinson is gay or not." "How gay?" I said.
"Activist. Ran a little flier service that outed people."
"How nice," I said. "what's the rumor about him and Robinson?"
"That they had a big affair and Robinson broke it off and the kid killed himself."
"Love unrequitedT' "That's the rumor," Hawk said. "Bobby Nevins know this rumor?" "Yeah." "What's he say?" "He says fix it," Hawk said. "He wants the kid to get his tenure:' "Bobby got any money?" Hawk shook his head. He was holding the coffee mug in both hands, his hips resting against the color-coordinated countertop, the steam from the coffee rising faintly in front of his face. "So we're in this for the donut," I said. Hawk nodded and smiled. When he smiled he looked like a large blacl Mona Lisa, if Mona had shaved her head... and had a nineteen-inch bicep.., and a 29-inch waist... and very little conscience. "How's that work, eytly;' I said. "You take on somebody for no money, and I get.to share in the profits?" "You the detective;' Hawk said., "True." "whereas;' Hawk said, "I just a simple.thug." "Also true." "And you my friend." "Embarrassing, but true." "So." Hawk spread his hands, holding the coffee cup with his right, in a gesture of voilh. "I try to bring you as much business as I can." "Like this thing." "Exactly;' Hawk said. "And I going to help you with it." "Swell;' I said. "So what we going to do first?" Hawk said. "Drink some more coffee," I said.
nodded. "Tha's a good start;' he said. "Then what ;to do, bawse?"
"Get you diction lessons;' I said. "I always know when you are really jerking my chain, because you start sounding
: Mantan Moreland."
"Mantan Moreland?"
i, "I'm kind of proud of coming up with that one myself," I
said. "Where did the Lamont kid do the deed?"
"Had a condo in the South End," Hawk said. "Did it there."
"Okay, that's Boston Homicide. Which means Quirk and Belson:'
"So we talk with them first;' Hawk said.
"I'll talk with them first," I said. 'Fhey'd arrest you." "Bigots;' Hawk said.
,!backyard behind the house on Linnaean Street where she :ived and workec. Pearl the wonder dog was catching some i!!:tays on the top step of the back porch while we worked. !ince part of what we wre cleaning up was left by Pearl, it :i!aemed only right that she be there.
I had dug a large hole in the recently thawed earth in one iorner of the yard and into it I was putting, shovelfuls of yard waste which Susan, wearing fingerless leather workout gloves, had raked into a number of small piles. One of the things that made Susan so interesting was the fact that she !oked like a Jewish princess and worked like a Bulgarian ilcasant. As far as I knew she had never been tired. I dumped a shovelful of waste into the hole and shoveled a little dirt oer it.
"Reminds me of my profession," I said. ,
"Cleaning up after?" Susan said.
"Yeah."
In addition to her workout gloves, Susan had on black fights, a hip-length yellow jacket, and a black Polo baseball e. In the spirit of cleanup she had put on designer work
boots, black leather with silver eyelets, which looked odd, but good, over the tights.
"It's a good reminder," Susan said, "of life's essential messiness."
"Or Pearl's."
"Same thing," Susan said.
Pearl raised her head slightly at the mention of her name, and then looked slightly annoyed that it was a false alarm. She sighed noisily as she settled her head back down onto her front paws. The sun was bright, and the earth had thawed, but in the shady corners against the fence and under a couple of evergreen shrubs, granular snow lingered like a dirty secret, and lurking inside the sixty-degree temperature was an edge of cold to remind us that it was too early for planting. '
When we were done, and I had shoveled the dirt over the waste hole and tamped it down, Susan and I went and sat on the penultimate step, just below Pearl.
"Are you actually going to investigate that tenure case at
the university'?." Susan said.
"Yes."
She smiled.
"What," I said.
"The thought of ybu rampaging about in the university tenure committee," Susan said, "is very engaging."
"Rampaging?" I said. "I can be delicate as a neurosurgeon when it's called for."
"Most university tenure committees call for rampaging, I think."
"I admit to being more comfortable with that approach," I said.
Moved by an impulse understandable only by another dog, Pearl raised up and began to lap my face. I hunched up
and endured it until she decided I'd had enough and switched to Susan.
"How'd you know about the case? i said.
She was fending Pearl off, so it took her a while to answer. But finally, Pearl-free and makeup still mostly intact, Susan
said, "Hawk discussed it with me, before he asked you." "He didT' I said.
"He wanted my view on whether he was asking more of
you than he should;' Susan said.
"And you answere
d?"
"I answered that he had the right to ask you for everything and vice versa."
"What'd he say?"
Susan smiled.
"He agreed," she said.
I nodded.
"Is Hawk's friend gay.*" Susan said.
"Don't know;' I said.
"But wouldn't raging heterosexuality be a usefu! defense against the allegation that the graduate student iiled himself as the result of an affair with Professor Nevins?"
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