Robert B Parker
Sudden Mischief
chapter one
WE WERE AT the Four Seasons Hotel, in the Bristol Lounge. Bob Winter was playing 'Green Dolphin Street' on the piano. I was drinking beer and Susan was doing very little with a glass of red wine. There were windows along the Boylston Street side of the room that looked out on the Public Garden, where winter was over, the swan boats were being cleaned, and had there been a turtledove awake at this hour we'd have almost certainly heard his voice.
'I need a favor,' Susan said to me.
Her black hair was shiny and smelled slightly of lavender. Her eyes were impossibly big, and full of intelligence and readiness, and something else. The something else had to do with throwing caution to the winds, though I'd never been able to give it a name. People looked at her when she came in. She had the quality that made people wonder if she were someone important. Which she was.
'You know I'm the only guy in the room knows the lyrics to `Green Dolphin Street,' ' I said, 'and you want me to sing them softly to you.'
'Don't make me call the bouncer,' she said.
'At the Four Seasons? You'd have to tip him before he threw you out.'
'It's about my ex-husband,' Susan said.
'The geek?'
'He's not a geek,' Susan said. 'If you knew him, you'd kind of like him.'
'Don't confuse me,' I said.
Winter played 'Lost in Loveliness.' The waitress looked at my empty beer glass. I nodded. Susan's glass was still full.
'He came to see me last week,' Susan said. 'Out of the blue. I haven't seen him in years. He's in trouble. He needs help.'
'I'm sure he does,' I said.
'He needs help from you.'
My second beer came. I thought about ordering a double shot of Old Thompsons to go with it but decided it was more manly to face this moment sober. I drank some of my beer.
'Okay,' I said.
'I…' She stopped and looked out the windows for a moment. 'I guess I'm kind of embarrassed to ask you,' she said.
'Yeah,' I said. 'It is kind of embarrassing.'
'But I am going to ask you anyway.'
'Who else?' I said.
She nodded and picked up her glass and looked at it for a moment and put it down without drinking.
'Brad is being sued by a group of women who are charging him with sexual harassment.'
I waited. Susan didn't say anything else.
'That's it?' I said.
'Yes.'
'And what was it you thought I could do about it?'
'Prove them wrong,' she said.
'Maybe they're right,' I said.
'Brad is on the very edge of dissolution. If he gets dragged into court on this kind of thing… he hasn't got enough money to defend himself.'
'Or pay me,' I said.
Susan nodded. 'Or pay yes,' she said.
'That's encouraging,' I said.
'I don't love him,' Susan said. 'Maybe I never did. And he hasn't been in my life for years, but…'
'But you used to know him and you don't want to see him destroyed.'
'Yes.'
'And you don't know what else to do, or who else to ask.'
'Yes.'
'So,' I said. 'I'll take the case.'
'And the fee?'
