“Yes. Take the car if you want.”
I heard Hawk rummage in the bag. His hand an inch from the transmitter.
“You take the keys,” he said.
I heard him walk away from her. In another moment he was out on the street. In another couple of moments he was in the car, the rain glistening on his shaven head. He plonked the bag in my lap, fastened his seat belt, and we drove away.
Then I shut off the radio, took the bug out, and switched it off. I put the bug and the tape recorder in a gym bag in the backseat.
“Easy,” Hawk said.
“Thinking of taking it up?” I said. “Some sort of regular basis?”
I took Jordan’s wallet out of her bag. There were two twenties, a driver’s license, a Concord College ID, and some credit cards.
“Augment my income,” Hawk said.
“You gave her back her car keys,” I said.
“Gentleman Mugger,” Hawk said.
There was a small emergency makeup kit in the bag, a small blue notebook, two ballpoint pens, an emery board, a packet of Kleenex, and a pair of reading glasses. The notebook was devoid of notes.
“Want to split the forty dollars?” I said.
“Split, hell,” Hawk said. “I done all the mugging.”
I handed him the two twenties.
“Fair’s fair,” I said.
10 .
Imailed Jordan Richmond’s wallet back to her, with an anonymous note saying I’d found it on the street. Then I called Doherty on his cell phone and said I needed to report, and he said he’d come to my office. He showed up ten minutes later wearing a camel-hair topcoat over a dark suit. He took the topcoat off when he came in and put it on Pearl’s couch, which stood against the far wall to the right of the office door. Pearl wasn’t visiting today, so the couch was empty.
“Whaddya got,” he said.
His shirt was very white. His tie was striped red and blue. His face looked stiff.
“Your wife is having an affair,” I said.
His face got stiffer.
“You got proof?” he said.
“Yes.”
“Lemme see it.”
“It’s a tape recording,” I said. “It’ll be hard to hear.”
“Play it,” he said.
“You don’t want to take my word?”
“Play the tape,” he said.
I nodded.
“Okay,” I said. “First some background. She’s been seeing a man after work every night. She went to his apartment several nights. One night before she went I was able to slip a bug in her tote bag.”
He sat motionless while I spoke. I had no way to know if he’d heard me.
“Play it,” he said.
“There’s a lot of silence and aimless noise on the tape,” I said.
“I edited it out.”
He stared at me. I took the tape recorder out of my desk drawer and put it on the desktop and pressed the play button.
I stopped the tape.
“Enough?” I said.
“Play it all,” he said.
“You know already what you wanted to know,” I said.
“I want to know everything.”
I pressed the play button again.
