first.“
”Now relax, y’all, just relax,“ Maynard said.
”You won’t always have that gun, Spenser.“
”See, boy, see what a baby you are,“ I said. ”You’re wrong again. I will always have the gun. You’d forget the gun, you wouldn’t have it where you could get at it, but I will always have it.“
”Lester,“ Maynard said again. This time loud. ”Y’all just settle down. You hear me. Now you settle down. Ah don’t want no more of this.“
Lester eased out of his attack stance and leaned back against the doorjamb, but he kept his eyes on me and one of the eyelids seemed to flicker as he stared. I put the gun away.
I said to Maynard, ”You keep him away from me or I will hurt him badly.“
”Now, Spenser,“ Maynard said. ”Lester excites kind of prompt, but he’s not a fool. Right, Lester?“
Lester didn’t speak. I noticed that there was a glisten of sweat on Maynard’s upper lip. ”Suppose ah was interested in joining forces with you,“ Maynard said. ”What would be your plan? How would you keep Doerr from coming around and killing me?“
”I’d tell him that right now we call off the scheme and end the blackmail and he’s out some bread, but no one’s incriminated. If he causes trouble, it’ll mean the cops, and then someone will be incriminated. And it’ll be him, because we’ve stashed evidence where the cops will find it if anything happens to you.“
”What about the money I owe him, Ah mean hypothetically?“
”You’ve paid that off long ago if Doerr got any bread down at all on Rabb’s pitching.“
”But maybe Doerr will want more, and ah don’t have it.“
”It’ll be my job to convince him not to want more.“
”That’s it. That’s the part ah want to know,“ Maynard said, and his face looked very moist. ”How you going to convince him of anything?“
”I don’t know. Appeal to his business sense. Dropping the scheme is a lot less trouble than sticking to it. He can pick up dough a lot of other ways. You and Rabb aren’t the only goobers in the patch.“
Maynard took a deep breath. The top forty played on outside on the deck. Lester glared at me from the doorjamb.
Whitecaps continued to pattern the bay. Maynard shook his head. ”Not good enough, Spenser. What you say may be so, but right now ah’m not getting hurt. And what you say makes getting hurt more likely.“
”I can handle Doerr, Bucky.“ Lester sounded almost plaintive from the doorjamb.
”Maybe yes, maybe no, Lester. You couldn’t have handled Spenser here, if it had been for real. Ah’m saying right now, no. Ah’m not going to take the chance. Things have worked out so far.“
”But it’s different now, Buck,“ I said. ”I’m in it now.
And I’m going to poke around and aggravate the hornets. It’s not safe anymore to go along with the program.“
”Maybe that’s true too,“ Maynard said. ”But ah got a choice between you and Frank Doerr, and right now ah’m betting on Frank Doerr. But ah’ll tell you this. If you come up with something better than you have, ah’m willing to listen.“
He had me. Maybe if I were he, I’d go that way too.
”Lester,“ Maynard said, ”show Mr. Spenser out.“
I shook my head. ”I’ll show myself out. I want Lester to stay there. Mad, like he is, he might slam the door on my foot.“
Maynard nodded. There was a little drip of sweat at the tip of his beaky little canary nose. It was the last thing I saw as I backed out.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
THE AQUARIUM IS NEAR Harbor Towers, and I walked to it. Inside, it was nearly empty at midday, dark and cool and unconnected with the city outside. I went up the spiral walkway around it and watched the fish glide in silent pattern around and around the tank, swimming at different strata, sharks and groupers and turtles and fish I didn’t know in the clear water. They were oblivious of me and seemed oblivious of each other as they swam in a kind of implacable order around and around the tank. The spiral walk was open and the rest of the aquarium was spacious. Below the flat pool, bottom lit and cool green, silhouetted other, smaller fish, black and quick in the bright water.
A small group of children, perhaps a second-grade class on a field trip, came in, shepherded by a plump little nun with horn-rimmed glasses. After a fast inspection of the fish, the children ignored them and began to enjoy the building and the space as if the real occasion for the visit was not the fish but the feel of the aquarium. The kids ran up and down the spiral and looked over the balcony and yelled at each other from above and below. The nun made no serious attempt to shush them, and the open space and the darkness seemed to absorb the noise. It was still nearly quiet.
I stood and stared in through the six-inch-thick glass windows of the tank and watched the sharks, small, well fed, and without threat, as they glided in their endless circle. I had screwed up the situation. I knew that. I had made Frank Doerr mad and Doerr was a cuckoo. Maynard was right not to buy what I was selling. Doerr wouldn’t let Maynard off the hook and he wouldn’t bargain with me. Maybe he never would have, but his honor was at stake now and he’d die before he let me talk him into, or scare him into, doing anything.
A small boy pushed in front of me to stare through the glass. His belt was too long, I noticed, and the surplus had been tucked through his belt loops halfway around his body.
