Rough Weather: A Spenser Novel

girl, whom you perceived a kidnap victim, were still alive, you’d plow along looking for her. We could never be safe.”
    “Bradshaw called me a little while before he died and said he was in danger,” I said.
    “I wanted him to feel fear, as Adelaide had. I couldn’t afford to let it linger as long as it should have. But I told him I would kill him and I gave him a little time to be terrified before I killed him.”
    “And you weren’t worried about Adelaide.”
    “Adelaide is getting help, she is becoming more stable …and”—Rugar smiled—“killing Bradshaw was a somewhat smaller challenge than killing you.”
    “Heidi called on me for help as well,” I said.
    “I told her I knew everything about Adelaide and Bradshaw and her.”
    “So she’s afraid you’ll kill her,” I said.
    “Adelaide has asked me not to,” Rugar said.
    I nodded.
    “Have we left anything out?” I said.
    “Probably,” Rugar said. “But you have most of it.”
    “Enough,” I said.
    “Except,” Rugar said.
    “Except,” I said.
    Another faint smile from Rugar. He might have humanized slightly, but he hadn’t become snuggly.
    “Except where do we go from here?” Rugar said.
    “Exactly,” I said.

 
    It was very dark outside
, though it was early in the day. And the rain was falling hard. It was so dense on my windows that the view was distorted.
    “Adelaide,” I said. “Tell me about … Papa.”
    “I don’t know very much about him,” she said with very little affect in her voice. “But I love him and he loves me. Neither of us has anyone else in the world. We have found each other.”
    I looked at Rugar.
    “How many people you kill in this deal?” I said.
    Rugar thought a minute.
    “Two at the altar,” he said. “Four security people, would be six. If you count Bradshaw, seven.”
    “And some other people died because of it,” I said.
    “Um-hm.”
    “You see my problem,” I said.
    “Yes,” Rugar said. “And you see mine. If you continue to pursue this, what will become of Adelaide, if you should prevail.”
    I nodded.
    “The man you thought was your father?” I said. “Van Meer? Could you find any solace with him?”
    “He’s an empty drunk,” Adelaide said flatly. “He says things but does nothing.”
    “So he’s not much of an option.”
    “None,” she said.
    There was something about the affectless little voice that made what she said seem absolute.
    “Hard question, Adelaide, but … what happens if you lose Papa?”
    “I will die,” she said.
    I looked at Rugar. His face showed nothing. I looked at Hawk. His face showed the same thing.
    “You got a plan?” I said to Rugar.
    “Adelaide has been mistreated all her life,” he said. “She and I will go away and allow her to heal. You will never see either of us again.”
    “And a bunch of people died for nothing?”
    “Destroying Adelaide’s life will not bring them back.”
    “And Heidi?” I said. “We leave Heidi in place?”
    “You do with Heidi what you will,” Rugar said. “You areresourceful; perhaps knowing what you know, you can make a case against her without us.”
    I sat back and tilted my chair and looked at them. Then I leaned forward and closed the gun drawer, and stood and turned my back on them and stared through the rain-shimmered window out at the dark streets. Most of the cars had their headlights on. The wipers struggled with the rain. Then I turned back. Hawk had put his gun away, though he still stood by the wall. I took in some air and let it out and walked to the file cabinet where the coffeemaker sat. I opened the bottom drawer and took out a bottle of Bushmills Irish whiskey, and four of the little transparent plastic cups that always horrified Susan when I used them. I poured an inch of whiskey into each and handed out the cups.
    Everyone stared at me.
    I raised my cup.
    “One for the road,” I said.
    Adelaide looked quickly at Rugar. Rugar smiled at her.
    “He has taken our deal,” Rugar said.
    We drank. Adelaide handled the straight booze as well as anyone. Then Rugar stood. Adelaide stood up with him.
    “We will never be friends,” Rugar said. “But we will never again be enemies.”
    I nodded. Rugar glanced at Hawk and nodded once. Hawk nodded back. Then Rugar and Adelaide left. I sat back down behind my desk and poured another drink. Hawk sat down onthe other side of my desk and held out his cup and I poured him some.
    “You let him go,” Hawk said.
    I nodded.
    “Soft