Роберт Паркер - Sixkill

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THE LAST SPENSER NOVEL COMPLETED BY ROBERT B. PARKER?
With Sixkill, the thirty-ninth novel in the venerable, bestselling Spenser series, the Boston P.I. meets Zebulon Sixkill, a young man whose lack of discipline is more than made up for by his quick way with a gun. Though this is the last Spenser novel Parker completed, readers will rejoice to find the tough-but-tender gumshoe at his roguish, crime-stopping best.
On location in Boston, bad-boy actor Jumbo Nelson is accused of the rape and murder of a young woman. From the start the case seems fishy, so the Boston PD calls on Spenser to investigate. The situation doesn't look good for Jumbo, whose appetites for food, booze, and sex are as outsized as his name. He was the studio's biggest star, but he's become their biggest liability.
In the course of the investigation, Spenser encounters Jumbo's bodyguard: a young, former football-playing Native American named Zebulon Sixkill. Sixkill acts tough, but Spenser sees something more within the young man. Despite the odd circumstances, the two forge an unlikely alliance, with Spenser serving as mentor for Sixkill. As the case grows darker and secrets about both Jumbo and the dead girl come to light, it's Spenser — with Sixkill at his side — who must put things right.

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Robert B. Parker

Sixkill

As always, for Joan.

And this one’s for Lou Zambello.

1

It was spring. The vernal equinox had done whatever it was it did, and the late March air drifting in through the open window in my office was soft even though it wasn’t really warm yet. Spring training was under way in full tiresomeness, and opening day was two weeks off.

I was drinking coffee and studying a new comic strip called Frazz to see if there were any existential implications that I might be missing, when Quirk came in and went to the coffeepot, poured himself a cup, added sugar and condensed milk, and took a seat opposite my desk.

“Care for coffee?” I said.

“Got some,” Quirk said. “Nice of you to ask.”

“You ever read Frazz? ” I said.

“What the fuck is Frazz, ” Quirk said.

He was as big as I was, which is biggish, and always dressed well. Today he had on a chestnut-colored Harris tweed jacket. His hands were thick, and there was in his eyes a look of implacable resolution that made most people careful with him.

“A comic strip in the Globe, ” I said. “It’s new.”

“I’m a grown man,” Quirk said.

“And a police captain,” I said.

“Exactly,” Quirk said. “I don’t read comic strips.”

“I withdraw the question,” I said.

Quirk nodded.

“I need something,” he said.

“Everyone says so.”

He ignored me. Quirk ignored a lot. He wasn’t being impolite. He was merely focused, and I had known for years that he cared very little what other people thought.

“You know about Jumbo Nelson?”

“The actor,” I said.

“Yes.”

“Here shooting a movie,” I said.

“Yeah.”

“You guys think he murdered a young woman,” I said.

“He’s a person of interest,” Quirk said.

I looked at him. I’d known him a long time.

“And?” I said.

“Lemme fill you in,” Quirk said.

I got up and poured myself more coffee, and warmed Quirk’s up. Then I put the pot on the burner, sat down in my chair, and leaned back with my feet up.

“Do,” I said.

“Real name’s Jeremy Franklin Nelson,” Quirk said. “Ever seen him?”

“Seen his photograph,” I said. “Never seen a movie.”

“Photo’s enough,” Quirk said. “You can see where the nickname came from.”

“I can,” I said.

“He’s in town,” Quirk said, “shooting a movie. Which you know.”

“As yet untitled,” I said.

Frazz tell you that?” Quirk said.

“I’m adventurous,” I said. “Sometimes I read other stuff.”

“Fucking media’s treating this like it was the Lindbergh kidnapping.”

“Lotta media to fill,” I said.

“Too much,” Quirk said. “Always was. Anyway, Jumbo is in town, travels with a bodyguard, an Indian.”

“A Native American?”

Quirk nodded.

“Like I said.”

“Could be an India Indian,” I said.

“This guy’s American Indian,” Quirk said. “Wait’ll you get a load of him.”

“Dangerous?” I said.

“I dunno,” Quirk said. “Looks good.”

“Bodyguard involved?” I said.

“In the crime? Not that I know of,” Quirk said.

“Press tells me that Jumbo raped and murdered a young woman and should be beheaded at once.”

“Yeah,” Quirk said. “That’s what they tell me, too. What everybody tells me.”

“You have doubts?”

Quirk shrugged.

“Here’s what I know,” he said. “Girl’s name is Dawn Lopara, twenty years old, graduated last year from Bunker Hill Community College, was not employed.”

Quirk sipped some coffee.

“More sugar,” he said.

He went to the coffeemaker on the file cabinet and got some, and stirred it in, and sat back down. He took another sip and nodded.

“She’s watching them shoot a scene outdoors on the Common, near Park Street Station, and Jumbo spots her. He sends a production assistant over to invite her to have lunch with him in the commissary. She’s thrilled.”

“As I would be,” I said.

“Yeah,” Quirk said. “Me too. So she has lunch with all the stars and the movie crew, and Jumbo gets her phone number and says maybe they can get together later, and she says oh-wow-yes.”

“Do you know she said that?”

“The oh-wow-yes?” Quirk said. “No. So he calls her that night and she goes over to his hotel. They drink some champagne. They do some lines. They have sex. When they get through, they get dressed. Jumbo excuses himself for a moment while he goes to the bathroom. And while he’s gone she lies back down on the bed and dies.”

“I was having sex with Jumbo Nelson,” I said, “I might consider it myself.”

“It was after,” Quirk said.

“Maybe she died of shame,” I said.

“There was considerable bruising around the vaginal area,” Quirk said.

“Suggesting an, ah, accessory object?”

“ME isn’t sure,” Quirk said. “Maybe Jumbo really is jumbo.”

“Cause of death?” I said.

“ME thinks it’s asphyxiation,” Quirk said. “They found some ligature marks on her neck. But they don’t seem entirely comfortable with how they got there.”

“They’re not sure?” I said.

“No.”

“Aren’t they supposed to be sure?” I said.

“For crissake,” Quirk said. “One case I had, they lost the fucking body.”

“That would be disheartening,” I said.

“Was,” Quirk said. “Also, when they’re not sure, it gives a lot of space for rumors.”

“I heard one report that the accessory object was the neck of a champagne bottle and it broke inside her and she bled to death.”

Quirk shook his head.

“I know,” Quirk said. “No evidence of it.”

“I don’t think the Internet requires evidence.”

“Or knows how to get it,” Quirk said.

“How ’bout Jumbo?” I said.

“Says he doesn’t know what happened. Admits he was whacked on coke and booze. He says he left her alone and when he came back in the bedroom, he notices she’s not responsive. Tries to wake her up. Can’t. And calls nine-one-one.”

“He’d been on top of her?” I said.

“Apparently,” Quirk said. “At some point.”

“Jesus,” I said.

“I know, and we’ve thought about that.”

“How much does he weigh?” I said.

“Don’t know,” Quirk said. “I’d say three-fifty to four hundred. He claims he doesn’t know, either.”

“What kind of guy is he?” I said.

“Awful,” Quirk said. “Food, booze, dope, sex. Never saw a girl too young. Or a guy.”

“Long as it’s alive?” I said.

“I don’t know if he requires that,” Quirk said.

“But a nice guy aside from his hobbies,” I said.

“Loud, arrogant, stupid, foulmouthed,” Quirk said.

You think he’s foulmouthed?”

“Fucking A,” Quirk said.

2

Spring was still drifting in.

“Everybody likes him for it,” Quirk said. “Us, the studio, people on the crew, everybody. Girl’s parents.”

“You like him for it?” I said.

“Governor likes him for it. Mayor likes him for it. Commissioner loves him. Command staff loves him more. Senate president. House speaker. Both newspapers. Everybody on TV. Every fucking cyberspace moron who can type,” Quirk said.

“You?” I said.

“I don’t think he murdered her,” Quirk said. “Or if he did, we don’t have enough hard evidence to say it. We’re guessing.”

“And everybody wants it to go away and take him with it,” I said.

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