Part 32 (1/2)
Matt had met Charley Law only once, but had heard stories about him from Jason Was.h.i.+ngton, who'd known Law during his twenty years with the department in Northeast Detectives. Was.h.i.+ngton had said that her old man always had been full of commonsense gems, that he'd been a good cop because he could quickly strip away the bulls.h.i.+t and cut right to the chase.
Law had been off duty when he took a bullet to the hip. He'd walked in on a robbery of a gas station on Frankford Avenue. Returning fire, he'd shot the critter dead then and there-and wound up being offered disability and retirement. And he'd taken it, saying he was glad to get the h.e.l.l out, if only to get past all the lame jokes about his name-”Well, well, here comes The The Law.” Law.”
When Matt had first tried dating Amanda-right before the abduction-she had made it d.a.m.n perfectly clear what a toll her father's job had taken on their family. She told him about the daily pain of watching him go to work, and fearing that that would be the last time they'd see him alive.
Amanda went on: ”When I turned thirteen, Dad sat me down at the kitchen table. He said, 'This is your birds-and-bees speech. Pay attention. We're on this planet basically to do two things: eat and reproduce. And we eat in order to have the energy to reproduce. Everything else-your clothes, TV, music, vacations, whatever-it's all filler for between the reproduction times. That's what we're hardwired to do. Understanding that, you will know that boys want nothing more than to get in your pants and will tell you whatever you want to hear to accomplish that. So, understand that you-and only you-can control who gets in your pants.'”
Payne avoided eye contact as he took a long, slow sip of his drink.
Then he said, ”I'm afraid to ask, but am I supposed to respond to that?”
She smiled. ”No, I'm just trying to paint a picture.”
He chuckled nervously. ”That's one h.e.l.luva picture.”
”The picture I'm painting is that my dad and I have a close connection. And recently, Dad and I were talking about relations.h.i.+ps. He told me that 'n.o.body has the first d.a.m.n answer why two people ever get together,' only that there was the hardwiring. But he could offer me the benefit of looking back, at his marriage and those of others. His experience.
”He said, 'Amanda, so many women go into a relations.h.i.+p thinking they're going to change the man, make him better. Civilize him. It just doesn't work.'”
Matt looked in her eyes, then said, ”I need civilizing?”
Amanda shook her head. ”No, it's not that at all. It's more that both people in the relations.h.i.+p need to be in concert from the start. Not, as my dad said, have one trying to 'fix' the other along the way.”
Matt took a sip of his Scotch and nodded. ”I fully agree with that.”
Amanda was silent a long moment.
Oh, s.h.i.+t! Did I just paint myself into a corner?
”Then why won't you quit playing cop, Matt? And trying to get yourself killed?”
I wonder if she's been talking about this with Amy, who's been banging that drum forever?
The smooth voice of Diana Krall was now singing ”The Look of Love,” and Matt thought, She's got the player on shuffle. Has she been playing those CDs all night? She's got the player on shuffle. Has she been playing those CDs all night?
Amanda took a sip of her wine, then said, ”Okay, now the fun part.”
”What?”
”Bear with me,” she said. ”Not too long before she died at seventy-three, looking gorgeous even at the end, Anne Bancroft-”
She paused and looked at him questioningly.
Matt said, ”Sure. Wife of one of the funniest guys ever, Mel Brooks.”
”Not just a wife. She was a successful actress on her own, you know.”
”Really? Like what?”
”She's one of the few with a Tony, an Emmy, and an Oscar to her name. And you still still only know her as Mel Brooks's wife?” only know her as Mel Brooks's wife?”
Payne shook his head. ”Sorry.”
”She was Mrs. Robinson.”
”Mrs. Robinson?”
”The Graduate ? ?”
”Never heard of it.”
Frustrated, she sighed. ”Matt! You can't be that dense.”
He grinned. Then he started whistling the Simon & Garfunkel hit tune from the soundtrack, appropriately t.i.tled ”Mrs. Robinson.”
Amanda punched him in the shoulder. He thought it was somewhat playfully done, but the sad look on her face didn't seem to support that.
”Oh, you are just impossible!” she said, her tone exasperated, then upended her wine stem, emptying it.
He made an attempt at a smile, but she was having none of it. Then he leaned forward, touched her chin with the thumb and index finger of his right hand to lift her head, and kissed her on the cheek.
”Sorry. I was just playing. What were you going to say?”
”Well, Matt, I'm not playing. G.o.ddammit, I'm serious.”
She inhaled deeply, exhaled, then said: ”Not too long before Anne Bancroft died-and she didn't say it because everyone knew she had cancer; she was very private, and no one knew she was dying but Mel Brooks and her doctors-she was asked in an interview what the secret was to her successful-and quite clearly loving-forty-year marriage.”
Oh, s.h.i.+t. I think I see where this is going.
He said: ”Okay . . .”
”And what do you think she said, Matt?”
Watch out, Matty, ol' boy.
This is a minefield.
Step carefully or . . . BOOM!
He thought for a long moment, then said, ”I don't know. What with being married to a brilliant writer, actor, director, probably something about patience. And about respect. And real love, of course.”
”Yes and no.”
”She said 'yes and no'?”
”No! What she said was all that you said-and more. But she didn't list them. It was the way she phrased it.” What she said was all that you said-and more. But she didn't list them. It was the way she phrased it.”
With his right hand, somewhat anxiously, he made a gesture that said And that was? And that was? Then he saw her face, and immediately regretted it. Then he saw her face, and immediately regretted it.