"If the atmosphere gets any more rarified," I said, "I may get a nosebleed."
"Don't get any on my dress," Susan said and zoomed across the room to talk with Honey Blonder.
I pushed through the crowd to the martini fountain, and, in the spirit of participation, had a martini. Hawk kept me in sight. He was entirely unthreatening. To the extent that he had an expression as he moved through the crowd, it was one of benign amusement. But people made room for him. Hawk never had to fight for space.
I plopped an olive in my martini and took a sip. I said hello to Joyce Kulhawik. She moved on to talk with Emily Rooney and I found myself in eye contact across the crowded room with Harvey. I smiled at him, and he shot me elaborately with his forefinger, cocking his thumb carefully as he aimed and bringing it down when he fired. Then he looked past me at Hawk. The benignity was gone from Hawk's face. In its place was the stare. Hawk had never seen Harvey and maybe didn't know who he was. But Hawk knew what he was.
The two of them looked at each other for a long time. Harvey met the stare, which, redirected, might have frozen the martinis. I unbuttoned my suit coat. I checked the room to see where Susan was. If anything transpired, I wanted her out of range. The room was crowded, and I couldn't see her. Hawk's jacket was unbuttoned, too. He moved gently along the wall toward Harvey. I moved around the fountain toward Harvey from the other side. Harvey smiled and drew his forefinger across his throat and made a spitting gesture with his mouth. Then he moved through the crowd away from us and disappeared. Hawk looked at me. I shrugged. Not a good place to shoot it out. Hawk nodded and leaned on the wall again.
I went and leaned beside him. "What do you think?" I said.
"He ain't no fund-raiser," Hawk said.
"Name's Harvey," I said. "Sonny's hired gun."
"He still think he going to scare you off?" Hawk said.
"I doubt it."
"So why you think he's here?"
"I don't know," I said. "You got a theory?"
"He's a freak," Hawk said. "He like shooting people."
"He's not going to shoot me here," I said.
"No," Hawk said. "This be foreplay."
I scanned the room for Susan and spotted her talking with Bob Kraft. Good.
"That makes sense," I said.
"It do," Hawk said. "He giving himself a little thrill, come here, flirt with you. Go home. Think about it. Make his night."
"Usually, it's women," I said.
Hawk smiled. "Sometimes you got to settle," he said.
48
I was at my desk with pictures of Bonnie Karnofsky spread out on my desk. Hawk and the shotgun were settled in together on my office couch. Hawk was drinking coffee and reading The New York Times. I was drinking coffee and looking at the photos. In her adulthood, Bonnie was pretty good-looking, in a blonde, big-haired kind of way. However, information crucial to any decision of how good-looking she was had been omitted. The blown-up photographs were only of her face. They were useful for identification purposes only.
The phone rang and I answered.
"Hi," a woman said. "I'm officer Molly Crane from the Paradise Police. Chief Stone asked me to call and give you some information."
"Shoot," I said.
"Be careful what you say to an armed officer of the law," she said.
"Ill-phrased," I said. "What have you to tell me?"
"Bonnie Karnofsky did not attend any school in Paradise," she said.
"Do you know where she went?"
"School department shows only that it was an accredited private school."
"I'm sure Taft will probably have it in their admission records," I said, so she wouldn't feel she'd failed.
"Very likely," she said. "Chief Stone also asked me to tell you that we have built a file on Sarno Karnofsky, which Chief Stone has examined since he talked with you."
"And?"
"And he thinks you might find it interesting. Do you have a fax?"
"I do."
"If you will give me your fax number," she said, "I will fax you as much of the file as Chief Stone thinks relevant to your investigation."
"That's very kind," I said. "But why didn't Chief Stone give me this stuff when I was there?"
"Chief Stone didn't speak of it," she said. "But I would hazard that he wanted to reexamine the files himself and perhaps get further bona fides on you before he turned over secret surveillance material."
"You got a nice little department there," I said.
"We do. May I have your fax?"
I gave her my fax number, and in about five minutes the machine rang and the material began to creep out of it. I waited until it was all out, and then assembled it and read it through twice.
"I know," I said to Hawk, "that you are a simple lout with a gun, placed here for my protection."
Without looking up, Hawk said, "Yassah."
"But," I said, "I have come across some things which could actually be clues, and I was wondering if I might share them with you."
"Long as you don't use no big words," Hawk said and put the newspaper in his lap.
"Mrs. Sarno Karnofsky, the former Evelina Lombard, has her own phone, separate from her husband's," I said.
"Sounds like the first step toward open marriage," Hawk said.
I ignored him.
"Seems that several times a week she makes a phone call to a phone belonging to Sigmund Czernak," I said.
"See," Hawk said. "She got something going on the side."
"Mr. Czernak resides in Lynnfield," I said.
"Somebody got to," Hawk said.
"Further underscoring the theme of independence," I said, "is the fact that Mrs. Karnofsky has her own bank account, separate from her husband's."
"Maybe I wrong," Hawk said. "Maybe independence be the secret to a happy marriage."
"How happy would you be if you were married to Sonny?"
"If I was me?" Hawk said. "I be miserable."
"I mean if you were a woman."
Hawk grinned. "I be miserable," he said.
"Every month," I said. "Mrs. Karnofsky wires two thousand dollars to the La Jolla Merchants Bank to the account of Barry Gordon."
"Daryl's father?"
"Yep."
"Goddamn," Hawk said. "That maybe do sound like a fucking clue."
"Maybe two," I said.
49
"I met a friend of yours today," Susan said. We were at the bar at Mistral, contributing quietly to the hubbub. On the other side of Susan, Hawk had caught the attention of a stunning young woman in a very small black dress, and they were talking deeply.
"Really?" I said.
"Yes. He said he'd seen me the other night at the Meridian, at Life Savor. Said to tell you Harvey says hello."
Hawk turned way from the girl in the black dress and looked at the room.
"Tall?" I said. "Kind of limp? Longish blond hair, suntan, blue eyes, a diamond stud in his ear. Funny sort of mouth. Like a shark?"
"Well, I never thought of the shark thing," Susan said. "But yes. How do you know him?"
I thought a minute about what to say, couldn't think of any way around it, and settled for the truth.
"He's not a friend," I said. "He's a button man."
"A what?"
"A hired killer," I said.
Susan frowned and didn't say anything for a moment. Then she said, "And he's letting you know he can reach me if he needs to."
"Yes."
"Is it the thing about Daryl's mother?"
"Yes."
The girl in the black dress was staring at Hawk's back in something like disbelief. What happened to their relationship?
"We can kill him," Hawk said.
"And maybe we will," I said. "But there'll be someone else."
"We could kill Sonny," Hawk said.
"And maybe we will," I said. "But he's hard to get to, and who watches Susan while we do?"
"Maybe you should consult Susan," she said.
"We should," I said.
"I have always known the downside of loving you," Susan said. "And there's so much upside that it is well worth it."
"I've been telling you that for years," I said.