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Table of Contents

THE SPENSER NOVELS

Rough Weather
Now & Then
Hundred-Dollar Baby
School Days
Cold Service
Bad Business
Back Story
Widows Walk
Potshot
Hugger Mugger
Hush Money
Sudden Mischief
Small Vices
Chance
Thin Air
Walking Shadow
Paper Doll
Double Deuce
Pastime
Stardust
Playmates
Crimson Joy
Pale Kings and Princes
Taming a Sea-Horse
A Catskill Eagle
Valediction
The Widening Gyre
Ceremony
A Savage Place
Early Autumn
Looking for Rachel Wallace
The Judas Goat
Promised Land
Mortal Stakes
God Save the Child
The Godwulf Manuscript

THE JESSE STONE NOVELS

Night and Day
Stranger in Paradise
High Profile
Sea Change
Stone Cold
Death in Paradise
Trouble in Paradise
Night Passage

THE SUNNY RANDALL NOVELS

Spare Change
Blue Screen
Melancholy Baby
Shrink Rap
Perish Twice
Family Honor

ALSO BY ROBERT B. PARKER

Brimstone
Resolution
Appaloosa
Double Play
Gunmans Rhapsody
All Our Yesterdays
A Year at the Races
(with Joan H. Parker)
Perchance to Dream
Poodle Springs
(with Raymond Chandler)
Love and Glory
Wilderness
Three Weeks in Spring
(with Joan H. Parker)
Training with Weights
(with John R. Marsh)

For Emma, who arrived; and for Gracie, who left.

Chapter

I HAD JUST FINISHED a job for an interesting woman named Nan Sartin, and was happily making out my bill to her, when a woman came in who promised to be equally interesting.

It was a bright October morning when she walked into my office carrying a briefcase. She was a big woman, not fat, but strong-looking and very graceful. Her hair was silver, and her face was young enough to make me assume that the silver was premature. She was wearing a dark blue suit with a long jacket and a short skirt.

I said, Hello.

She said, My name is Elizabeth Shaw. Please call me Elizabeth. Im an attorney, and I represent a group of women who need your help.

She took a business card from her briefcase and placed it on my desk. It said she was a partner in the law firm Shaw and Cartwright, and that they had offices on Milk Street.

I said, Okay.

You are Spenser, she said.

I am he, I said.

I specialize in wills and trusts, she said. I know little about criminal law.

I nodded.

But I went to law school with Rita Fiore, she said.

So the silver hair was premature.

Ahh, I said.

She smiled.

Ahh, indeed, she said. So I told Rita my story, and she suggested I tell it to you.

Please do, I said.

Elizabeth Shaw looked at the large picture of Susan that sat on my file drawer near the coffeemaker.

Is that your wife? she said.

Sort of, I said.

How can she be sort of? Elizabeth said.

Were not married, I said.

But?

But weve been together a considerable time, I said.

And you love her, Elizabeth said.

I do.

And she loves you.

She does.

Then why dont you get married? Elizabeth said.

I dont know, I said.

She stared at me. I smiled pleasantly. She frowned a little.

Was there anything else? I said.

She smiled suddenly. It was a good look for her.

Im sorry, she said. I guess I was trying to find out a little about your attitude toward women and marriage.

I try to develop my attitudes on a case-by-case basis, I said.

She nodded, thinking about it.

Rita says theres no one better if the going gets rough.

Uh-huh.

How about if the going isnt rough? Elizabeth said.

Theres still no one better, I said.

Rita mentioned that you didnt lack for confidence.

Would you want someone who did? I said.

I must have passed some kind of initial screening. She shifted in her chair slightly.

Everything I tell you, she said, must, of course, remain entirely confidential.

Sure.

She looked at Susans picture again.

Thats a very beautiful woman, she said.

She is, I said.

She shifted again in her chair.

I have a client, a woman, married, with a substantial trust fund, given to her by her husband as a wedding present. We manage the trust for her, and over the years she and I have become friendly.

He gave her a trust fund for a present?

Elizabeth smiled.

The rich are very different, she said.

Yes, I said. They have more money.

Well, she said. A literate detective.

But self-effacing.

She smiled again.

My clients name is Abigail Larson, Elizabeth said. She is considerably younger than her husband.

How considerably?

Hes sixty-eight. Shes thirty-one.

Aha, I said.

Aha?

Im jumping to a conclusion, I said.

Sadly, the conclusion is correct. She had an affair.

Lot of that going around, I said.

You disapprove? Elizabeth said.

I guess its probably better if people can be faithful to each other, I said.

Shes not a bad woman, Elizabeth said.

Affairs arent usually about good and bad, I said.

What do you think theyre about?

Need, I said.

Elizabeth sat back a little in her chair.

Youre not what I expected, she said.

Hell, I said. Im not what I expected. What would you like me to do?

Im sorry. I guess Im still testing you.

Maybe you could test my ability to listen to what you want, I said.

She smiled at me.

Yes, she said. In brief, the man she had the affair with took her for some money and ditched her.

How much? I said.

Actually, just enough to hurt her feelings. Restaurants, hotels, car rentals, a small gift now and then.

And? I said.

That was it, Elizabeth said, for a while. Then one day she saw him, in a restaurant, with a woman whom she knew casually.

Nest prospecting, I said.

Apparently, Elizabeth said. Anyway, she talked to the woman the next day to tell her a little about her experience with this guy....

Whose name is? I said.

Gary Eisenhower, Elizabeth said.

Gary Eisenhower? I said.

Elizabeth shrugged.

Thats what he tells them, she said.

Them?

The two women talked, and then they networked, and one thing led to another, and in ways too boring to detail here, they discovered that he had exploited four of them, often simultaneously, over the past ten years.

Have you met this guy?

No.

Well, if you do, I said, be careful.

I think Ill be all right, she said.

So the seduced and abandoned have joined forces? I said.

Yes.

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