“Like a quarterback with the plays on his wristband,” I said.
“Whatever that means,” Susan said.
“A sports metaphor,” I said. “Mostly I react. But in fact, in this case, I had done it before. I used that ploy a long time ago, in London. It sort of came back to me when Pearl gave me the heads-up.”
“Why do you suppose she did that?” Susan said.
“She loves me?”
“She and I both,” Susan said. “But I’m serious. What made her growl like that? You say you’ve never heard her make that sound before.”
“No. It did not sound like her.”
“So why did she?”
“A smell in the room that she hadn’t encountered?”
“There must be a hundred smells,” Susan said. “Cleaning people. Clients. Why this smell?”
“I don’t know.”
We were quiet. Pearl shifted slightly into an even more comfortable position.
“I’ve had dogs nearly all my life,” I said. “And most of them have been German shorthaired pointers named Pearl. I try not to romanticize them. But it is very clear to me that more goes on in there than we understand.”
Susan nodded.
“You think she somehow knew something was bad?” Susan said.
“Very little is known about dogs,” I said.
Susan nodded and looked at Pearl.
“Well, whatever motivated her,” Susan said, “good dog!”
Pearl opened her eyes and looked at Susan upside down, saw that nothing more consequential was coming her way, and closed her eyes again.
“There was also a question?” I said.
Susan emptied a packet of Splenda into her coffee and stirred it carefully.
“When Pearl warned you,” she said, “and you went across the street and looked, and saw those two men waiting for you in your office . . .”
“Yeah?”
“Why didn’t you just call the police?”
“ ‘Call the police,’ ”I said.
“Yes.”
I drank some coffee. Susan waited.
“I never thought of it,” I said.
“Literally?”
“Literally,” I said.
She nodded slowly.
“And if you had thought of it,” she said, “you wouldn’t have done it, anyway, would you.”
“No,” I said.
“Because you clean things up yourself.”
“Yes.”
“Still your father’s son,” Susan said.
“And my uncles’,” I said.
She nodded.
“Still chasing the bear,” she said.
“You knew the answer before you asked the question,” I said.
“But I kind of wondered if you did,” she said.
“You know where I came from,” I said. “And you know what I do, and if I’m going to continue to do it, I can’t be someone who calls the cops when there’s trouble.”
“Because it’s bad for business?” Susan said.
“It is bad for business, and that’s a perfectly rational answer, but it’s not quite why,” I said.
“Because it’s bad for you,” Susan said.
“Bingo,” I said.
“To do what you do, you have to know you can take care of business yourself,” Susan said.
