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else.”
    “Maybe,” Fonseca said.
    “You know Jimmy Gabriel?”
    Fonseca shrugged.
    “Professionally,” Fonseca said. “He put us together with Ms. Bradshaw.”
    “You like him?”
    “He’s a freakin’ lawyer,” Fonseca said.
    “That makes it hard,” I said.
    “Don’t dis like him,” Fonseca said.
    “Any thoughts on why she might have wanted me there?”
    “Don’t know why she wanted you there,” Fonseca said.
    “Me, either,” I said.
    “Didn’t make much difference,” Fonseca said.
    Through the big window in the wall behind Fonseca’s ornately carved cherrywood desk, I could see the Providence River where it passed through the downtown.
    “No,” I said. “None at all.”
    Fonseca took a business card from a small holder on his desk and slid it across to me.
    “Offer holds,” Fonseca said. “Any help I can give you, finding that fucking Rugar, I’ll do it.”
    I picked up the card and put it in my shirt pocket.
    “You got a card?” Fonseca said.
    I gave him one of mine.
    “You ever do security work?” Fonseca said.
    “Not really. Bodyguard now and then.”
    “Well, you got the build for it,” Fonseca said. “Used to box, too, didn’t you.”
    “Face give it away?” I said.
    “Uh-huh. Around the eyes a little, and the nose.”
    “You ever box?” I said to Fonseca.
    “Not really,” he said. “We all do a little martial-arts training in the company, ’cept the secretaries, but I never did any boxing. I might need a guy like you sometime. I’ll give you a call.”
    “Sure.”
    “What you gonna do now?” Fonseca said.
    “I’ve asked everybody else why Ms. Bradshaw hired me. I guess I may as well go ask her.”
    “Good thinking,” Fonseca said.

19
    Susan was busy trying to help the deranged, so she didn’t come with me to Tashtego again. Too bad. I was interested in seeing how her relationship with Heidi would develop. Susan did not like women who flirted with me in front of her, or, I assume, at other times, but at other times the issue didn’t come up. She was also far too classy to let it show, and I was always fascinated at the thoughtful solutions to that problem that she came up with. However, her location, in the heart of Cambridge, gave her a huge market for her skills, and in the fall, when Harvard was cranked up to its maximum silliness, Susan had very little free time.
    The Tashtego patrol had obviously been augmented since the wedding. There was a security search on the dock in New Bedford before we went on the launch.
    “Can’t go aboard with a weapon,” the security guy said. “We’ll hold it here for you.”
    I didn’t argue. Gun hadn’t done a hell of a lot for me last time.
    There were guards with shotguns on the launch. On the island, one man in each Jeep carried his shotgun on his lap. No antebellum carriage ride for me this time. I got in the front seat of one of the Jeeps. The guy with the shotgun sat behind me in the backseat.
    “There’s cocktails in the atrium,” Maggie Lane said when I presented myself at the door. “Heidi has asked that you join us.”
    Heidi was, apparently, not in seclusion. Maggie led me briskly down the hall. I hated briskly. When I wasn’t rushed, I liked to saunter. She paused at the atrium door to wait for me. She didn’t say anything, and her face didn’t show anything. But her shoulders looked impatient. I could hear the sound of a stringed instrument and the low sound of elegant conversation.
    “Before I plunge into the social whirl,” I said, “how did you happen to get this job with Heidi?”
    “We both went to Lydia Hall College,” Maggie said. “Though we weren’t there at the same time. But when Heidi was looking for an assistant she called the placement office, and they sent me out, and we . . .” Maggie spread her hands to imply that the rest was history.
    “You know when she graduated?” I said.
    “Oh, before my time. Nineteen eighty, maybe.”
    “What was her maiden name?” I