Rough Weather: A Spenser Novel

down vest and placed it next to his coat. Then he nodded at a chair in front of my desk. Adelaide sat in it. He turned toward Hawk.
    “Hawk,” he said.
    Hawk nodded. Rugar sat down beside Adelaide. He looked at me.
    “You’re hard to kill,” he said.
    “So far,” I said.
    “You know I sent the ones who failed,” he said.
    “Yep,” I said. “I figure you knew Leonard from Marshport, and when you wanted me aced you got hold of him, and he tried to do you a favor, which got him killed. What I don’t get is why you didn’t do it yourself. It’s not your style to send someone.”
    Rugar nodded.
    “I assume you killed Bradshaw,” I said.
    Rugar nodded.
    “And now,” I said, “conscience-stricken, you’ve come to give yourself up.”
    Rugar smiled faintly.
    “I have a rather long story to tell you,” Rugar said, “at the conclusion of which we will discuss options.”
    Hawk was motionless against the far wall. He could stand perfectly still for hours if there was reason to. He didn’t get restless. He didn’t get tired. The gun didn’t get heavy. His attention didn’t waver. Adelaide sat with her knees together and her hands folded in her lap. She looked different from how she had looked. Her color was better. She looked as if she might be working out. She glanced frequently at Rugar. Otherwise, she was still. I left the drawer in my desk open.
    “In the early 1980s,” Rugar said, “I was working for the American government in Bucharest, doing the kind of work I do.”
    “I know that,” I said.
    Rugar tipped his head forward a little.
    “I’ve never doubted that you’re smart,” Rugar said.
    “Industrious,” I said.
    Rugar smiled again without any humor.
    “Both,” he said. “During that period I ran across an American named Harden Bradshaw. He was working for the embassy in some sort of propaganda capacity, and having an affair with a woman named Heidi Van Meer, who’d followed him to Romania, though she was still married to Peter Van Meer and remained so for six more years.”
    I nodded.
    “You knew that?” Rugar said.
    I nodded again.
    “You are industrious,” he said. “During the time when she was in Bucharest with Bradshaw, I met Heidi, and we had a brief sexual relationship.”
    “Excuse me, Adelaide, but Heidi has probably had a sexual relationship with Namu the killer whale,” I said.
    This time Rugar’s smile hinted at actual amusement.
    “I was hoping that she might be more selective, but I don’t think the exaggeration is misplaced.”
    “I think it was sort of how she got to be Heidi,” I said.
    Rugar nodded.
    “Have I told you anything new?” he said.
    “I figured you knew Bradshaw and probably Heidi. It was too big a coincidence that you and she and her third husband were all in Bucharest at the same time and twentysomething years later you appear and shoot up a wedding.”
    “That was not quite the plan,” Rugar said. “But I don’t want to get ahead of myself.”
    “No rush,” I said.
    Adelaide kept a check on Rugar as the story spooled out, but more and more she was watching me, too.
    “We did not have a very long run, Heidi and I,” Rugar said. “My income fluctuates. But it never constituted great wealth. Heidi was adroit and very much enjoyed physical sensation. I don’t believe she ever felt very much else.”
    I looked at Adelaide.
    “Do you mind hearing this about your mother?” I said.
    “No,” Adelaide said.
    I looked back at Rugar.
    “I left Bucharest at the end of 1984,” Rugar said. “And went on to Berlin and elsewhere. Heidi returned to her husband, Peter Van Meer. Adelaide was born in 1985. Heidi continued her affair with Bradshaw while living with Van Meer until 1990, when she divorced Van Meer, whose wealth had begun to decline, and married Bradshaw, whose wealth had increased dramatically with the death of his father.”
    “What’s love got to do with it?” I said.
    “Somewhere in the year 2004, Bradshaw’s wealth began to decline. He would never be poor in terms we would understand,” Rugar said. “But in a few years he would be unable to maintain Heidi at the level of exorbitance that she required.”
    “And she came to you,” I said.
    “They did, a few months ago,” Rugar said. “In Bucharest all those years ago, Bradshaw had become fascinated with the kind of specialty service I was able to perform. If he ever needed such, he asked, how could he reach me? I provided him a means.”
    “Both of