Rough Weather: A Spenser Novel

flash of lightning appeared fleetingly.
    “Don’t see that so much,” I said. “This time of year.”
    Susan nodded. Her shoulder pressed against my upper arm as we stood. There was a kind of breathlessness in the air outside the window, as if the lightning had ratcheted up the tension in the atmosphere.
    “Why do you think he’s here?” Susan said.
    I knew who she meant.
    “He’s not a social kind of guy,” I said. “I assume it’s business.”
    She nodded.
    “We don’t really know quite why you’re here,” she said.
    “Same answer,” I said.
    “Maybe he doesn’t know, either,” Susan said.
    “Maybe,” I said.
    The lightning flashed again, and the leaves on some of the trees near the house had begun trembling faintly. Susan turned suddenly against me and put her arms around me and pressed her face against my chest. It was almost unthinkable that she would hug me at such a time and mess up her outfit. I put my arms around her lightly and patted her softly.
    “If he kills you,” she said, quite calmly, “I will die.”
    “That would make two of us,” I said. “He won’t kill me.”
    “I would die,” Susan said.
    The first scatter of raindrops hit the window.
    “No one’s done it yet,” I said.
    “He came close ten years ago,” Susan said.
    “Close only counts in horseshoes,” I said.
    I patted her gently on the backside. She nodded and straightened.
    “You can’t leave this alone,” she said. “Can you?”
    “No,” I said.
    “I understand,” she said.
    “I know you do.”
    “It was the gun,” she said. “Seeing you put on the gun.”
    “I always wear a gun,” I said.
    “I know.”
    “We need to get going,” I said.
    “Yes,” she said.
    We stood for a bit longer with our arms around each other, while the rain became more frequent against the big window. Then Susan stepped back and looked at me and smiled.
    “Here we go,” she said. “Let me just check the mirror that having a mini-breakdown hasn’t messed up my look.”
    “Nothing could,” I said.
    She walked to a full-length mirror at the end of the hall and studied herself for a moment.
    “You know?” she said. “You’re right.”

 
    As we walked the long corridor
toward the chapel, I could hear the faint sound of a helicopter landing on the pad behind the house on the south side of the island. A helicopter is like a tank. Once you’ve heard one, you always remember.
    “Late,” I said to Susan.
    “What?”
    “Chopper,” I said. “Lucky they got down before the storm starts to rumba.”
    “You think the storm will get worse?”
    “Yes.”
    “I didn’t even hear the helicopter,” Susan said.
    “That’s because you’re focused on me in my tux,” I said.
    “Of course,” she said. “You’re always listening, aren’t you?”
    I nodded.
    “Sometimes I peek,” I said.
    She looked at me sideways as we walked.
    “I’m aware of that,” she said.
    Behind us, lightning spilled briefly into the hall through the big French doors. A few seconds later there was a grumble of thunder.
    “Storm’s still a ways off,” I said.
    “Something about the time between the lightning and the thunder?” Susan said.
    “Lightning’s traveling at the speed of light,” I said. “Thunder’s coming at the speed of sound. The closer they are, the more they coincide.”
    “My God, Holmes,” Susan said in her lowest voice. “Is there no limit to your knowledge?”
    “I’ve never quite been able to answer, ‘What does a woman want?’”
    Susan smiled and banged my shoulder lightly with her head. In a small anteroom to the former library, Heidi and her daughter stood with Maggie Lane. With them was the famous conductor with the tan and the silver hair. Heidi was in her imperious mode. She introduced us quite formally. Actually, she introduced me, and I introduced Susan. Did Susan not notice? … Fat chance!
    Adelaide was in full wedding dress, except there was no train. Probably couldn’t find train carriers. She had a small face,which looked even smaller because she had so much red hair insufficiently contained by her veil.
    “Adelaide’s father chose not to attend,” Heidi said. “Leopold will be taking Adelaide down the aisle.”
    “Okay,” I said.
    “You’ll wait here with us, Mr. Spenser,” Heidi said. “Dr. Silverman, an usher will take you to the first row on the right. Mr. Spenser will join you. Please sit at the far end, near the wall.”
    “Okay,” I said.
    I was in my