The Boxer and the Spy
- Автор: Паркер Роберт Браун
- Год: 2008
- Язык: английский
- Год: Philomel Books
- ISBN: 978-0-399-24775-0
- Жанр: Другие детективы
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“You do left jab, right cross, left hook on the bag, you pivot on me, keep your right foot planted, and throw the same punches at me and pivot back.”
George grinned.
“Just in case the guy didn’t go down,” he said.
“Hard to believe,” Terry said.
“Okay,” George said. “First on the heavy bag, then on me.”
Terry hit the bag, left-right, left hook, turning into each punch with his hip.
“Now me,” George said.
He held the mitts up.
“Like basketball,” George said. “Keep your pivot foot.”
They worked on the doubling up for a while.
Then George said, “Excellent. Take a seat.”
Terry slumped onto the chair. George began to help him off with the gloves.
“I need to sort something out, George,” Terry said as his breathing settled.
“Uh-huh.”
“You said that having heart was maybe being abnormal,” Terry said.
“Uh-huh.”
“Talk to me more about that,” Terry said.
“Your breathing get back to normal pretty quick now, you notice that?” George said.
“Yeah, I guess I’m starting to get in shape.”
George nodded.
“You are,” he said.
Terry waited. He knew George had heard the question. He walked over to the shelf and put Terry’s big gloves on the top shelf.
“Heart got something to do with courage, and something to do with being cruel,” George said.
He turned and came back.
“You got to be willing to bash somebody in the face, maybe somebody you don’t even know. You gotta do more than be willing to, you got to want to bash him in the face as hard and as often as you can until you win.”
“That’s cruel,” Terry said.
“Probably is,” George said. “And you got to want to do that while he trying to do the same thing to you.”
“That’s maybe the courage part?” Terry said.
George thought about it.
“It is,” he said after a while. “But you also got to have the courage to be cruel.”
“You don’t seem cruel, George.”
“Just when I fight,” George said. “Got to be able to control the cruel part. It control you and you ain’t a good fighter, and you ain’t a good man.”
“Does it bother you being cruel?”
“Not when I fighting,” George said. “Ain’t a matter of right and wrong anymore. You thought it was wrong, you shouldn’t be doing it. You decided it was right to fight and right to win when you stepped into the ring. Now you got to do the things you got to do to get there.”
“So if you’re trying to do the right thing, you might need to be cruel to do it,” Terry said.
George stared thoughtfully at Terry for a moment. Then he nodded.
“Yeah,” he said. “If we talking ’bout fighting.”
“We are,” Terry said. “Sort of.”
Chapter 31
In the early evening, while there was still light, they sat on a stone outcropping on the building site and looked at the nearly finished house. The house was closed in. The windows and doors were in. The front door had a large No Trespassing sign on it. There was still landscaping to be done, and painting, and who knew what inside. But they could see it was a nice house.
“Said in the news today that she’s probably gonna win the election,” Abby said.
“Trent?”
“Yes.”
“Unless we blab,” Terry said.
“Why would you do that?” Abby said. “Just ’cause you saw her with Bullard? That doesn’t mean she shouldn’t be governor.”
“We don’t know what it means,” Terry said. “Yet.”
“No,” Abby said. “And until we do, we have no right to ruin anybody’s life.”
“I know,” Terry said.
“Besides, we’d have to tell we were peeking in their window.”
“We could say it was me,” Terry said. “We wouldn’t have to mention you.”
“And they’d both deny it,” Abby said. “They’d tell everybody you’re a troublemaker.”
“But you’re not,” Terry said.
“No, I’m a good girl. Honor roll. Never in trouble.”
“So if we tell, it needs to be both of us,” Terry said.
“I think so.”
Terry nodded.
“We’ll keep our mouths shut for the moment, I guess.”
“They’re both pretty interested in this project,” Abby said. “They each come here three, four times a week. Sometimes they’re both here. Sometimes one, sometimes the other.”
“I thought this was conservation land,” Terry said.
“So?”
“So I think that means you aren’t supposed to build on it.”
“Probably okay if it’s a school project,” Abby said.
“So what happens to the house when it’s built?” Terry said.
“I don’t know.”
“Me neither.”
“It would be nice to know,” Abby said.
“Depends on who you ask, I guess,” Terry said. “I got in trouble asking about steroids.”
“I know,” Abby said.
“It’s frustrating as hell,” Terry said. “We’re pretty sure that Jason didn’t commit suicide. We’re pretty sure that there’s something going on with Bullard, and Trent and Kip Carter. There’s something going on with this house.”
“We’re sure something’s going on between Trent and Bullard,” Abby said.
“And that’s all we know,” Terry said. “We can’t prove anything except that, and who knows if anyone will believe us.”
“Plus we have to fess up that we were spying on them,” Abby said. “And then we might have to explain why and tell about our spy network and... Terry, a lot of people could get in trouble.”
Terry nodded.
It was beginning to get dark. They stood and walked back out the dirt road from the construction site. As they went, Terry noticed some Day-Glo orange painted stakes in the ground along the road.
“Look at the stakes,” he said to Abby.
“What are they for?” Abby said.
“It looks like they’re marking out where to build other houses.”
“On conservation land?”
“I guess,” Terry said.
Chapter 32
Abby asked Nancy Fortin the next day, and Nancy Fortin asked around among the other kids in the technical arts curriculum. But nobody knew what happened to the project houses after they were built.
“If I was you,” Nancy said, “I’d go down to the tech arts office and talk to Mr. Malcolm. He’s the house master.”
So Abby went to the technical arts office and asked for Mr. Malcolm.
He was in.
“So,” he said. “Miss Hall, what is your interest in technical arts?”
“It’s really just curiosity, Mr. Malcolm. I was walking in the woods last night with my dog, and I saw that house that your department is building, and I thought, Wow! I got to find out about this.”
“Why are you interested?”
“Well,” Abby said, “it’s so fabulous. I mean that kids are building something like that.”
Mr. Malcolm smiled and nodded. He was lean and had short gray hair and a sort of healthy outdoor look.
“Yes,” he said. “We’re very proud of the program. It’s one of the few full-scale construction programs in the state.”
“I’m sorry I sound so stupid,” Abby said. “But have you built many?”
“No,” Malcolm said. “It’s a new program. Mr. Bullard brought me in to run it.”
“And you know about construction?”
“Yes,” he said, and smiled at her. “I have been a contractor for more than thirty years. I’m able to hire a lot of my subcontractors on a per diem basis to serve as instructors in various phases.”