"Would that be the elegant and charming Sonny?" I said.
"I believe it would," Hawk said.
Curiouser and curiouser.
37
Pearl II was tearing around in Susan's backyard with an azalea bush she had uprooted. Hawk and Susan and I were having an entirely delicious sangria, which I had made, and eating cheese with French bread and cherries.
"What am I going to do," Susan said. "She uproots my shrubs, eats my flowers, digs huge holes."
"I could shoot her," Hawk said.
"Shush," Susan said. "She'll hear you."
"Just a thought," Hawk said.
He held out a small slice of cheese, and Pearl came to inspect it. She sniffed carefully, took it gingerly in her soft mouth, chewed it once, and spit it out. She looked at it intently for a moment and then rolled on it.
"I was thinking she might just eat it," Hawk said.
"That would be common," Susan said.
"Maybe she needs more exercise," I said. "Tire her out."
"I run with her every morning along the river," Susan said. "And Ann takes her to the woods at noon and lets her run with the other dogs. And Susanna comes around four and walks her for an hour."
"And she's not tired," I said.
"Not tired enough," Susan said.
"Ah, sweet bird of youth," I said.
"You're both making light of this, but I love my yard, and she's ruining it."
"She'll outgrow it," I said. "She's just a puppy, albeit a large one."
"Baby Hughie," Hawk said.
"I know," Susan said. "But by that time, I'll be living in a patch of arid wasteland."
"When this Emily Gold thing is over, maybe she can come stay with me for awhile," I said.
"That's Daryl's mother?"
"Yes."
"Did you find out anything useful at Taft?"
"Maybe," I said.
"Was Hawk with you when you went to Taft?"
"We're inseparable," I said.
"I read in the paper that there was a shooting," Susan said.
I smiled at her and nodded. She looked at Hawk. He smiled at her and nodded. Susan sat quietly for a moment, without anything showing in her face except being beautiful.
Then she said, "What did you find out?"
I told her. Pearl had discarded the azalea bush and was now digging intensely near the back steps.
"You mean Bunny Lombard gave an address now occupied by this Karnofsky person?"
"If Bunny is the same as Bonnie," I said.
"Did he live there when she gave the address?"
"Don't know yet," I said. "But among the things Sonny told me to lay of off was his family."
"You think she's his family?"
"Don't know yet."
Susan watched Pearl dig. I knew she was deeply distracted, because she didn't tell Pearl to stop.
"I assume that Karnofsky made another attempt at Taft," Susan said.
I nodded. The hole Pearl was so industriously digging was now deep enough to contain all but her rear end.
"And it hasn't deterred you."
"It has increased my anxiety," I said.
"Really?" Susan said. "I'm not certain you feel anxiety."
"I try not to dwell on it," I said.
"But you are frightened sometimes."
"Of course."
She looked at Hawk. "Are you ever scared?" she said.
"Ah is descended from generations of proud warriors," Hawk said.
"Oh, God," Susan said. "You're not going to give me some kind of Shaka Zulu rap, are you?"
Hawk grinned at her.
"All of whom were scared," he said.
"Like you?"
"Sho'."
Pearl came over smelling of fresh earth and put her head on Susan's lap. Susan stroked her automatically.
"But.?" she said.
Hawk and I looked at each other.
"When I was boxing," I said, "people would occasionally say to me, 'doesn't it hurt to get hit like that?' And of course it did. But if I couldn't put up with the pain, I couldn't be a fighter."
Susan nodded.
"I know," she said. "You've explained it before."
"Repetition is an excellent learning tool," I said.
"Of course, I'm not talking about you, anyway," Susan said.
"I know."
"I'm scared, and I don't want to be."
"You get used to it," I said.
"I wish I didn't have to," Susan said.
I shrugged. "I can't sing or dance," I said.
"I know."
Pearl moved over to Hawk and pushed her head under his hand to be patted.
"You folks barely talk," he said, smoothing Pearl's ears. "One of you say something cryptic, the other one say, 'I know.' Pretty soon you be speaking in clicks."
Susan smiled at him. "Yes," she said softly.
"Nobody gonna kill us," Hawk said.
"They never have," Susan said.
38
So far it was a good day. No one had attempted to murder me. The weather was bright and pleasant. I had finished Tank McNamara and was reading Arlo and Janis. There was two-thirds of a large coffee and a second corn muffin beside me on my desk. Hawk, with a sawed-off doubled-barreled shotgun next to him on the couch, was reading a book about evolution by Ernst Mayr. I had the window open behind me, and the bright summer air smelled clean coming in.
When I finished Arlo and Janis, I called Rita Fiore at her office.
"I need a favor," I said.
"Your place or mine," Rita said.
"Not that kind of favor."
"It never is," Rita said. "What do you want."
I told her.
"Easy," she said. "I'll send a paralegal up to Essex County."
I thanked her and hung up and broke off half of my corn muffin. Suddenly Hawk dog-eared his page, put down his book, and picked up his shotgun. My office door opened. It was Epstein with a thin black leather briefcase under his arm. Hawk put the gun down and picked up his book. Epstein glanced at Hawk, glanced at the sawed-off, came to my desk, and sat in a client chair.
"That Hawk?" Epstein said.
"Yes."
Epstein turned in his chair.
"I'm Epstein," he said.
Hawk nodded. Epstein turned back to me.
"Malone was part of a surveillance team on Sonny Karnofsky, back in the early seventies, when the bureau was trying to put Sonny away."
"Anyone else on the team?"
"Malone was the youngest. Everyone else is dead."
"So he knew Sonny," I said, "from a long time ago. That's true of almost everyone in the cops-and-robbers business in Boston."
"It's better than finding out he didn't know him."
"They ever get Sonny?"
"No. But from what oral history I've been able to collect, Malone was occasionally seen in Sonny's company." I nodded.
"That's all I have on Malone. Clean record. No hint of impropriety."
"How about Sonny?" I said.
Epstein took a folder out of his briefcase and opened it. "Born Sarno Karnofsky, no middle name, in Hamtramck, Michigan in 1925. Married Evelina Lombard in 1945. Had a daughter, Bonnie Louise, born 1945. Did street-thug work in Detroit in the early forties, moved here the same year his daughter was born. You want his rap sheet?" I shook my head.
"Worked here for awhile with Joe Broz, then split with Broz and, by 1965 had his own outfit," Epstein said and grinned. "The rest is history."
"Only in America," I said. "You got anything else salient?"
"Abner Fancy," Epstein said. "That salient enough?" I could hear him struggling to keep the self-satisfaction from his voice. And failing.
"What about Abner?" I said.
"Did time in Massachusetts. Cedar Junction. Armed robbery."
"When?"
"Was in from 1961 to 1965."
"It was Walpole then. When did he get out?"
"What month?"
"Yeah."
Epstein looked into his folder. "Paroled February second," he said.
"So he had a PO."
"He did, but we can't find him. For crissake, Spenser, this was nearly forty years ago."
"Got the parole board hearing records?"