The Professional Part 18

"No."

"But you've had experience with shrinks."

"Enough to know bulls.h.i.+t when I hear it," he said. "No offense."

"None," Susan said.

"So. Why are you monogamous?" Gary said.

"Because unlike peaches, whose consumption is all there is-they taste good and that's the end of it-persons have a variety of meanings and dimensions, and surprises, and feelings. I like those things, too."

"And not s.e.x?" Gary said. "You don't look like somebody would not like s.e.x."

Susan smiled.

"Notice the too," she said.

"Oh, yeah," Gary said. "That's good, I was thinking, What a waste."

"Nothing is wasted," Susan said.

"Love to find out someday," Gary said.

Hawk glanced at me. I shook my head.

"Why?" Susan said.

"Why?" Gary said. "For crissake, look at you."

"Thanks, but that's it, I look good?"

"Of course."

"No other reason?" Susan said.

Gary looked at me and winked.

"Be fun to see the look on his face," he said, and tipped his head toward me.

"Not for me," Susan said.

"You love him," Gary said.

"I do," she said.

"a chacun son gout," he said.

Chapter28.

HAWK TOOK GARY home after dinner. Susan and I lingered in our booth while Susan had a cup of coffee and I didn't. A cup of coffee at night would keep me awake until after the summer solstice.

"I know you brought me to meet Gary and see what I thought," she said.

"And what do you think?" I said.

"Wow," Susan said.

"Wow what?" I said.

"A clinical wow," she said. "He's absolutely fascinating."

"In a clinical way," I said.

"Absolutely," she said. "He flirted with me the entire evening."

"I know."

"And he was very aware of you all the time," Susan said.

"I noticed that," I said.

"Sometimes you've been known to intervene," Susan said.

"Not this time," I said. "I'm kind of clinical myself."

"Well," Susan said. "He's no simple matter."

"You mean he's not just a womanizer?" I said. "Who's turned a hobby into a business?"

"Maybe he is," Susan said. "People aren't usually just one thing, though."

"So a new theory wouldn't necessarily replace the old one," I said.

Susan nodded and gave me a big smile.

"So you've been paying attention all these years," she said.

"I'm more than one thing, myself," I said.

"You certainly are," Susan said. "But think about Gary Eisenhower for a minute. What is his pattern?"

"Good-looking women with rich husbands," I said.

"And where did Clarice Richardson fit into that pattern?"

"She's good-looking," I said.

"And she had a husband," Susan said. "But not a rich one."

"Maybe he was still perfecting his craft," I said.

"Probably," Susan said. "But we've been looking at rich, when perhaps we should be looking at husband."

"You mean it matters to him that they're married?'

"And maybe it matters to him that he can cuckold the husbands."

"Which would explain why he flirted with you in front of me," I said.

"You're not exactly a husband, but you'd fill the role."

"And if that's what he's doing," I said, "how much more fun if he can extract money."

"Exactly," Susan said. "Particularly in these circ.u.mstances, when the money comes out of the husband's pocket. Whether the husband knows it or not."

"I'm not clear quite where Clarice fits in to this," I said.

"No," Susan said, "I'm not, either. There are, of course, many men whose s.e.xual fantasies are directed at successful women, or women in authority."

"Schoolteachers, doctors, lawyers." I grinned at her. "Shrinks."

"Yes."

"Take them down a peg," I said.

"Men like Gary often use s.e.x to humiliate."

"Into which need the blackmail would also pay," I said.

"Yes. Plus, of course, the money is good as money."

"Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar?"

"Or sometimes it's a cigar as well as several other things," Susan said.

"You think the women are humiliated?" I said.

"Not necessarily," Susan said. "It may only be in his fantasy."

"You think all this is true of Gary?"

"I don't know," Susan said. "It's a theory of the case."

"Or several," I said. "But they're worth testing, I think."

"There's no reason to avoid the scientific method," Susan said.

I pretended to take notes on the palm of my hand.

"Whoops," Susan said. "I'm slipping into a lecture."

"But gracefully," I said.

Susan smiled.

"Anyway, it might pay off to go back over Gary's, ah, career, and see what patterns you can find, and see if they support our theory," she said.

"Your theory," I said.

"Okay. What is your theory?"

"That you may be right," I said.

"I will also make a small bet with you," Susan said.

"Which is?"

"He'll call me for a date," Susan said.

"No bet on that," I said. "But I'll bet you don't accept."

"I only date you, snook.u.ms," Susan said. "But if I were to go out with someone else, it wouldn't be Gary Eisenhower."

"Because?"

"I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be about me," Susan said.

"Is that an informed guess?" I said.

"It's a woman's-intuition guess," she said.

"Good as any," I said She finished her coffee. I paid the check. Susan got her coat. And we left. On the stairs I put an arm around her shoulder. She looked up at me and smiled.

" 'Snook.u.ms'?" I said.

"I'm the only one who knows," she said.