people started going home. The iron workers had already left the site where Linda Thomas had worked once, across the street, and the maroon skeleton stood empty. Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
'I have no interest in Richie Beaumont,' I said. 'But I have a lot of interest in Patty Giacomin. I would not want anything bad to happen to her.'
'I got no need to hurt the old lady,' Vinnie said. 'You let me know if you find her?'
'You let me know if you find him?'
I grinned. 'Maybe.'
'Yeah,' Vinnie said. 'Me too.'
We were silent some more, listening to the traffic. 'I don't want trouble with you, Spenser.'
'Who would,' I said.
'You're probably half as good as you think you are,' Vinnie said. 'But that's pretty good. And you got resources.'
'Hawk,' I said.
'You and he can be a large pain in the fungones.'
'Nice of you to say so, Vinnie. Hawk will be flattered.'
'So let's think about helping each other out, maybe, to the extent we can.'
'Sure,' I said.
'Good,' Vinnie said. Then he stood up and headed for the door. At the door he paused, and then turned slowly back.
'Hawk with you in this?' he said.
'Not so far,' I said.
'Gerry's got a lot at stake here,' Vinnie said. He looked down, and without looking up said, 'Kid's a back- shooter.'
'He has to be,' I said. 'Thanks.'
Vinnie was still looking at the floor. He nodded.
'Yeah,' he said. And went out.
CHAPTER 12
SUSAN insisted on cooking dinner for Paul and me. When she put her mind to it she could cook, but she had a lot of trouble putting her mind to it, and most of the time she had it delivered from The Harvest Express.
'Helmut hears you're doing your own cooking,' I said, 'he'll have a heart attack. You represent his profit margin.'
'I won't abandon him,' Susan said. She had every pot she owned, including two she had just bought for the occasion, out on the counter. Pearl was underfoot sampling the residue in a pan already used. Susan gave us each a
Catamount Golden Lager to drink and then went back to her preparation.
'Couscous,' she said. 'With chicken and vegetables.'
'Sounds great,' Paul said.
Susan cleared a space among the pans and put some chicken breasts down on the marble counter and began to cut them into cubes. Pearl stood on her hind legs, with her front paws on the counter, and pointed the raw chicken from a distance of three inches.
'Doesn't that tend to beat hell out of the knife blade?' Paul said.
Susan looked at him as if he'd espoused pedophilia.
'No,' Paul said quickly. 'No, of course it doesn't.'
I sipped my beer. Susan continued to hack up the chicken. She had her lower lip caught in her teeth, as she always did when she was concentrating. I liked to watch her.
Paul watched me watching her.
'Is Susan the first woman you ever loved?' he said.
'Yes.'
'What about this hussy you mentioned the other day in the Ritz bar?' asked
Susan.
'She was a girl,' I said.
'And you?' Susan said.
'I was sixteen,' I said. 'And she sat in front of me in French class.'
'Sixteen?' Paul said. 'You had a childhood?'
Pearl managed to get a scrap of raw chicken. She got down quickly and trotted to the living room where she put it on the rug and rolled on it.
