Hawk glanced at him.
"So," I said. "You think the supervisor knows?"
"My guess, he don't," Hawk said.
"Because if he did he'd shut down the heroin flow?"
"Yep."
"Which is why Boots doesn't have one of the Ukrainians cap him."
"If the Ukes all actually his," Hawk said.
"But he has his passive-aggressive drama," I said. "I don't have to ask this guy for permission to do everything. This isn't even heroin business. It's mostly making book."
"Passive-aggressive," Hawk said.
"I'm sleeping with a shrink," I said.
"I don't want to hear about it," Hawk said.
"You're quite sure about this," the Gray Man said.
Hawk nodded. The Gray Man looked at me. I nodded.
"All the more reason to find the supervisor," the Gray Man said.
"That sounds like a job for the Kodiak Kid," I said.
The Gray Man's smile was very faint.
"I know you find yourself amusing," he said. "But occasionally I would prefer to amuse myself."
"Hard to imagine," I said. "But your choice."
The Gray Man nodded.
"I will see what I can do," he said, and stood and walked away across the open empty plaza toward Tremont Street.
"Trust him?" Hawk said.
"No."
Hawk nodded.
"Trust Ives?" he said.
"No."
"How about Epstein?"
"He tells you he'll do something, I think he'll do it," I said.
"Would he lie to us?" Hawk said.
"Of course," I said.
"Don't trust Tony," Hawk said.
"And Leonard works for him."
"Obviously can't trust Boots," Hawk said, "or Brock Rimbaud."
"Obviously."
" 'Cept for Vinnie," Hawk said, "it ain't a good assortment of trusty coconspirators."
"Seemed simpler," I said, "right after you got shot."
Hawk nodded.
"Kill a few Ukrainians," he said. "Go back about my business."
"Might have been that way if the guy on Blue Hill Ave had been scared to die," I said.
"Fucked up everything," Hawk said. "Now we're in business, for crissake, with the feds."
"My country right or wrong," I said, "but still my country."
"Yeah, sure," Hawk said. "Why doesn't Ives do some of this himself."
"He's got no domestic operation," I said, "officially."
"And the fucking bureau?" Hawk said.
"They're out pretty straight," I said. "Since nine-eleven. These guys live lives governed by funding. They are limited by statutes and regulations and shit."
"And we ain't," Hawk said.
"That's our charm," I said.
"You think anybody's had a tail on Boots? See if he leads to the supervisor?"
"Sure."
"So there be no point to us doing that," Hawk said.
"How would we even know if we did find him."
"You don't think he be wearing a head cloth and riding a camel?"
"I don't know if Afghan people ride camels," I said.
"We don't know shit," Hawk said.
"Often the case with us," I said.
"And we looking for somebody we may not recognize when we find him."
"Good point," I said.
"We could just kill everybody," Hawk said. "Let God sort 'em out."
"We could."
"And who funds the trust fund for Luther's kid."
"Maybe we could steal everybody's money before we killed them all," I said.
"Plus, you such a goddamned pantywaist," Hawk said, "you probably wouldn't even kill them all."
"I know," I said. "I know. I'm trying to improve."
"And we can't trust anybody we involved with, 'cept Vinnie."
"I know," I said. "I guess it's Let us be true to one another, dear. "
The plaza was always windy. Even on still days, the wind stirred the discard of urban life and blew it around on the bricks.
Hawk grinned.
"Don't call me dear in public," he said.
40
HENRY CIMOLI HAD taken the final upward leap in the transubstantiation of his boxing gym. He had added a Pilates studio to the Harbor Health Club. It was right next to the small boxing room he kept open as a paean to his past and a favor to Hawk and me. Susan came with us and took some Pilates training while Hawk and I lifted weights and repaired to the boxing room to teach the heavy bag a thing or two. Between rounds with the bag, I could watch through the window. She seemed flexible, strong, and tireless. She also seemed beautiful and smart, though my impressions may have been influenced by prior knowledge.
Showered, dressed, and rapturous with good health, Hawk and I waited in the lounge area for Susan. It took her longer to get rapturous. But when she emerged, she was. Her black hair gleamed. Her makeup was subtle and artistic. Her big eyes shone as they so often did with a sort of challenge. As if she was daring you to keep up with her.
"One of the ladies in the dressing room was complaining that a maintenance man had been caught peeping in."
Hawk glanced around the club at the women working out.
"Present company excluded," he said. "Why he want to do that?"
Susan smiled.
"I assumed it was me," she said.
"Had to be," Hawk said.
Outside, on Atlantic Ave, the dismantling of the elevated Central Artery was in full clamor. We walked a couple of blocks to the Boston Harbor Hotel and sat in the quiet lounge where we could look at the water.
"Brock and Jolene live right over there," Hawk said.
"Is that Tony Marcus's daughter and son-in-law?" Susan said.
"It is," I said. "Caesar and Cleopatra."
"Dumb and dumber," Hawk said.
"That too," I said.
The waitress brought beer for me and for Hawk. Susan had a vodka and tonic with a lime wedge.
"How is all that going?" she said. "Do I dare to ask?"
"Be my impression," Hawk said. "That there ain't much you don't dare."
"So how's it going?" she said.
"You want to tell her?"
"Sure," I said. "Don't hesitate to correct me if I get it wrong."
"Yeah," Hawk said. "You always so grateful, anyone corrects you."
"And gracious," Susan said.
"Shut up," I said, and told her everything I hadn't told her before.
By the time I got through, Hawk and I had each had a second beer, and Susan had already taken a swallow of her vodka and tonic.
"Well my God," Susan said. "You can't trust anyone."
"Vinnie probably okay," Hawk said.
"Except him. I mean, you don't know who is on your side, if anyone, or who is against you, if everyone."
"We noticed that," Hawk said. "We welcome any woman's intuition you want throw at us."
Susan gave Hawk a look.
"Oink," she said.
"Or reasoned analysis," I said.
Susan patted my hand.
"That's my good boy," she said.
Susan stared out the windows for a while at the harborscape.
"Does anyone else in this mess trust anyone?" Susan said.
"No," I said.
"Brock whosis, or Tony, or Boots whatsisname, or Jolene, or the Ukrainians, or the Gray Man-I don't like the Gray Man being involved-anyone?"
"No."
One of the big cruise boats that took people around the harbor while they ate and drank began to ease out of its slip. Several seagulls flew angrily up as it moved.
"Perhaps you could make that work for you," Susan said.
"How," Hawk said.
"I have no idea yet. But there must be a way. There's a way to make everything work."
It was still daylight. But the cruise ship had its inside lights on. They shone through the wide windowed superstructure as the cruise ship moved away toward the mouth of the harbor, its wake spilling astern in smooth curls.
"No one better to figure out how to make use of the situation than you two," Susan said.
"True," Hawk said.
He was watching the boat. His hands rested motionless on the tabletop. I drank some beer and watched the boat, too.
After a while, I said, "We can think of something."
"Yes," Hawk said. "We can."
41
HAWK AND I spent the next two days in my office. We drank too much coffee. We ate too much Chinese food. We sat and we stood. We took turns standing and looking out the window at the women walking toward Boylston Street. I did a lot of scribbling on yellow legal-size pads.