Right to Die

going to the police.”
    “Right.”
    “And?”
    “And the cops can’t do much. I’m not into criminal law, but I’m assuming they checked the notes for fingerprints or postmarks and all, and came up empty.”
    “So you want me to do what?”
    “I want you to talk to the Activist and the Secretary as my agent, if you’re willing.”
    “As your agent.”
    “Right.”
    “Talk to them about what, bodyguarding the Professor?”
    “No, no. She—they can talk to you more about that.”
    “Tommy...”
    “Look, John, I know this sucks a little, but like I said, I owe the guy.”
    “The Activist.”
    “Right.”
    “Can you at least tell me how you owe this guy?” Tommy took another puff. “When I was with that firm in Boston , they were real civil rights conscious.”
    “Good thing to be.”
    “Yeah, well, most of us young associates signed up as volunteers, whatever, for different causes through the BBA.”
    “ Boston Bar Association?”
    “Right, right. I drew...”
    He stopped, took a puff out-of sequence. “I drew this activist, and after I helped him out a couple of times, he started throwing a lot of business my way, business I really needed once I broke off on my own.”
    “Activist, Professor, Secretary.”
    “Huh?”
    “Tommy, these don’t sound like people who need the layers of confidentiality you’re throwing up around them.”
    “John, that’s kind of their business, don’t you think?”
    “Tommy, you want me to meet with them, it’s kind of my business, don’t you think?”
    He put a casual look on his face, checking the room. “This activist, John, he’s... Alec Bacall.”
    “Rings a bell somewhere.”
    “He’s a gay activist, John.”
    Bacall. Majored in housing and employment rights, minored in AIDS issues. “Tommy, the professor here. Maisy Andrus?”
    He flinched. “Keep your voice down, okay?”
    “The right-to-die fanatic.”
    Tommy reddened. “She’s not—” He caught himself speaking too loudly, our waitress thinking he meant her to come over. Tommy shook her off with an apologetic smile.
    More quietly. Tommy said to me, “She’s not a fanatic, John. She was a professor of mine, back in law school.”
    “At Boston College ?”
    “Right, right. Before she went over to Mass Bay .”
    I waited for Tommy to say something about my year as a student at the Law School of Massachusetts Bay. He didn’t.
    I said, “So Andrus was a professor of yours.”
    “And she helped me get that first job, at the law firm. Letter of recommendation, couple of phone calls, I found out later.”
    “So you owe her too.”
    “Yeah.”
    “And now she’s being threatened.”
    Tommy ground out the cigarette. “Right.”
    “And she turns to you to turn to me.”
    “No, no, Alec—Bacall—is the one who called me.”
    I sat back. Watching him.
    “What’s the matter, John?”
    “Quite a coincidence.”
    “Huh?”
    “You contacting me to maybe help these people who preach the quick-and-happy ending.”
    Tommy looked very uncomfortable. Which was as good an answer as my next question could bring.
    “John, look—”
    “Tommy. I lost Beth to cancer, slowly. Bacall pushes the right to die for AIDS victims, Andrus casts a wider net. I’m the first one you think of?”
    “John, I’m sorry. I should have... Look, I owe these people. From a long time ago, but I owe them. I once mentioned to Alec about Beth. Not directly, just that I could understand his position because I had a good friend who became a private investigator partly because his wife died. I never used your name or Beth’s, it was just...”
    “An example.”
    “Yeah. I’m sorry, but yeah. Then Alec calls me yesterday, and the guy’s got a mind like a steel trap. He remembers me mentioning your situation, John. And he asks me to ask you.”
    Picking up my orange juice, I pictured Tommy dropping everything to help me with Empire and with Beth. Tommy bailing me out when I was filling a hospital bed, a bullet hole in my shoulder and a skeptical D.A. on my neck.
    “I’ll talk to them.”
    “Great, great. Uh, John?”
    “Yes.”
    “Today maybe?”
    Nancy was at work, catching up on some research. After one more stop in the neighborhood, I’d be free for the afternoon.
    “Two o’clock, Tommy. My office on Tremont Street .”
    “Alec said he’d be at the professor’s house, so I’ll call them now. I really appreciate this, John.”
    Getting up, Tommy got his feet tangled in the napkin and nearly