CHAPTER 20
“Are you going to do anything about them setting the fires?” Jackie said.
Hawk shook his head. We were back in the Double Deuce quadrangle looking at nothing.
“Why not?” Jackie said.
“Trivial,” Hawk said.
“But it’s a challenge, isn’t it?”
“Not if we not challenged,” Hawk said.
We were quiet. Nothing moved in Double Deuce. The sun was steady. There was no wind and the temperature was in the sixties.
Jackie sighed.
“Are you familiar with the word enigmatic?” she said.
“Un huh,” Hawk said. He was looking at the empty courtyard just as if there were something to see.
“How about the word uncommunicative?” Hawk grinned and didn’t speak.
“Hawk, I’m not just asking to be nosy. I’m a reporter, I’m trying to work.”
He nodded and turned his head to look at her. She was in the front seat beside him.
“What would you like to know?” he said.
“Everything,” she said. “Including answers to questions I don’t know enough to ask.”
“That’s a lot,” Hawk said.
“Between strangers, yes,” Jackie said. “Among casual acquaintances, even friends, yes. But I am under the impression that we are more than that.”
“Un huh,” Hawk said.
I was in the backseat, sitting crosswise with my legs stretched out as much as you can stretch legs out in the backseat of a Jaguar sedan. I had found a way to sit so that my gun didn’t dig into my back, and I was at peace.
“Is that impression accurate?” Jackie said.
“Yes,” Hawk said.
“Then for Christ sake why don’t you, goddamn it, talk?”
“Jackie,” Hawk said, “you think there’s a plan. You’d have a plan. Probably do. So you ask questions like there was some plan at work. In the kind of work I do, there is no plan. Reason we so good at this work is we know it.”
When he said “we” he moved his head slightly in my direction so she’d know who “we” was.
“So how do you decide?” Jackie said. “Like now, how do you decide that you won’t respond to the trash fires?”
“Same way I decided that you and I be more than friends,” Hawk said. “Seem like the right thing to do.”
“I had something to do with deciding that,” Jackie said.
“Sure,” Hawk said.
“So you have a feeling that it’s best to let the trash fires slide?” Jackie said.
Hawk looked at me.
“Jump in anytime you like,” he said.
“I was just congratulating myself on not being in on this,” I said.
Jackie turned in her seat. Her lipstick was very bright, and she had on a carmine blouse open at the throat. She looked like about twenty-two million dollars. More than friends, I thought. Hawk, you devil.
“You too?” she said. “What’s wrong with you people, don’t you talk?”
“Most people are grateful,” I said.
“Jesus Christ,” she said. “You are just like him, a master of the fucking oblique answer.”
Hawk and I were silent for a moment.
“It’s not willful,” I said. “It’s that very often we don’t know how to explain what we know. We tend to think from the inside out. We tend to feel our way along. And because of the way we live it is more important usually to know what to do than to know how we know it.”
“God-I thought that was the woman’s rap,” Jackie said. “Creatures of feeling. I thought men were supposed to be reasonable.”
“I wouldn’t generalize about men and women,” I said. “But I don’t think Hawk or I are operating on emotional whim. It’s just the way we experience things sometimes needs to get translated sort of promptly into a, ah, course of action. So we have tended to bypass the meditative circuit.”
“Wow,” Hawk said.
I nodded. “I kind of like that myself,” I said. “And going back afterwards and filling in feels like kind of a waste
