The New Black Mask Quarterly (No 1)

Robert B. Parker Excerpt from Promised Land

Promised Land (1976) marks a significant development in Robert Parker’s skill as a novelist. Spenser takes on added dimension as a character and the complexity of his moral judgment is developed more fully than ever before. Two key characters of Parker’s novels — Spenser’s lover, Susan Silverman, and his strongarm friend, Hawk — are given their first full treatment in Promised Land, amplifying the reader’s understanding of Spenser himself. In the excerpt reprinted here, Susan meets Hawk for the first time and realizes the bond between him and Spenser.

Robert Parker’s comments on Promised Land, written at the request of NBMQ, follow this excerpt.

After lunch we took coffee on the terrace by the pool, sitting at a little white table made of curlicued iron covered by a blue and white umbrella. It was mostly kids in the pool, splashing and yelling while their mothers rubbed oil on their legs. Susan Silverman was sipping coffee from a cup she held with both hands and looking past me. I saw her eyes widen behind her lavender sunglasses and I turned and there was Hawk.

He said, “Spenser.”

I said, “Hawk.”

He said, “Mind if I join you?”

I said, “Have a seat. Susan, this is Hawk. Hawk, this is Susan Silverman.”

Hawk smiled at her and she said, “Hello, Hawk.”

Hawk pulled a chair around from the next table, and sat with us. Behind him was a big guy with a sunburned face and an Oriental dragon tattooed on the inside of his left forearm. As Hawk pulled his chair over he nodded at the next table and the tattooed man sat down at it. “That’s Powell,” Hawk said. Powell didn’t say anything. He just sat with his arms folded and stared at us.

“Coffee?” I said to Hawk.

He nodded. “Make it iced coffee though.” I gestured to the waitress, ordered Hawk his iced coffee.

“Hawk,” I said, “you gotta overcome this impulse toward anonymity you’ve got. I mean why not start to dress so people will notice you instead of always fading into the background like you do.”

“I’m just a retiring guy, Spenser, just my nature.” He stressed the first syllable in retiring. “Don’t see no reason to be a clotheshorse.” Hawk was wearing white Puma track shoes with a black slash on them. White linen slacks, and a matching white linen vest with no shirt. Powell was more conservatively dressed in a maroon-and-yellow-striped tank top and maroon slacks.

The waitress brought Hawk his iced coffee. “You and Susan having a vacation down here?”

“Yep.”

“Sure is nice, isn’t it? Always like the Cape. Got atmosphere you don’t usually find. You know? Hard to define it, but it’s a kind of leisure spirit. Don’t you think, Spenser?”

“Yeah, leisure spirit. That what brought you down here, Hawk?”

“Oh, something like that. Had a chance to get in what you might call a working vacation. How ’bout yourself? Doing a little work for Harv Shepard?”

“I’ll tell you if you’ll tell me.”

“Susan,” Hawk said, “this man is a straight-ahead man, you know? Just puts it right out front, hell of a quality, I’d say.”

Susan smiled at him and nodded. He smiled back.

“Come on, Hawk, knock off the Goody Two-shoes shtick. You want to know what I’m doing with Shepard and I want to know what you’re doing with Shepard.”

“Actually, it’s a little more than that, babe, or a little less, whichever way you look at it. It ain’t that I so much care what you’re doing with Shepard as it is I want you to stop doing it.”

“Ah-ha,” I said. “A threat. That explains why you brought Eric the Red along. You knew Susan was with me and you didn’t want to be outnumbered.”

Powell said from his table, “What did you call me?”

Hawk smiled. “Still got that agile mind, Spenser.”

Powell said again, “What did you call me?”

“It is hard, Powell,” I said to him, “to look tough when your nose is peeling. Why not try some Sun Ban, excellent, greaseless, filters out the harmful ultraviolet rays.”

Powell stood up. “Don’t smart-mouth me, man. You wising off at me?”

“That a picture of your mom you got tattooed on your left arm?” I said.

He looked down at the dragon tattoo on his forearm for a minute and then back at me. His face got redder and he said, “You wise bastard. I’m going to straighten you out right now.”

Hawk said, “Powell, I wouldn’t if I was you.”

“I don’t have to take a lot of shit from a guy like this,” Powell said.

“Don’t swear in front of the lady,” Hawk said. “You gotta take about whatever he gives you ’cause you can’t handle him.”

“He don’t look so tough to me,” Powell said. He was standing and people around the pool were beginning to look.

“That’s ’cause you are stupid, Powell,” Hawk said. “He is tough, he may be damn near as tough as me. But you want to try him, go ahead.”

Powell reached down and grabbed me by the shirt front. Susan Silverman inhaled sharply.

Hawk said, “Don’t kill him, Spenser, he runs errands for me.”

Powell yanked me out of the chair. I went with the yank and hit him in the Adam’s apple with my forearm. He said something like “ark” and let go of my shirt front and stepped back. I hit him with two left hooks, the second one with a lot of shoulder turned into it, and Powell fell over backward into the pool. Hawk was grinning as I turned toward him.

“The hayshakers are all the same, aren’t they,” he said. “Just don’t seem to know the difference between amateurs and professionals.” He shook his head. “That’s a good lady you got there though.” He nodded at Susan, who was on her feet holding a beer bottle she’d apparently picked up off another table.

Hawk got up and walked to the pool and dragged Powell out of it negligently, with one hand, as if the dead weight of a 200-pound man were no more than a flounder.

The silence around the pool was heavy. The kids were still hanging on to the edge of the pool, staring at us. Hawk said, “Come on, let’s walk out to my car and talk.” He let Powell slump to the ground by the table and strolled back in through the lobby. Susan and I went with him. As we passed the desk we saw the manager come out of his office and hurry toward the terrace.

I said, “Why don’t you go down the room, Suze. I I’ll be along in a minute. Hawk just wants me to give him some pointers on poolside fighting.” The tip of her tongue was stuck out through her closed mouth and she was obviously biting on it. “Don’t bite your tongue, I said. Save some for me.” She shook her head.

“I’ll stay with you,” she said.

Hawk opened the door on the passenger’s side of the Cadillac. “My pleasure,” he said to Susan. If Hawk and I were going to fight he wouldn’t pick a convertible for the place. I got in after Susan. Hawk went around and got in the driver’s side. He pushed a button and the roof went up smoothly. He started the engine and turned on the air conditioning. A blue and white Barnstable Township police car pulled into the parking lot and two cops got out and walked into the motel.

Hawk said, “Let’s ride around.” I nodded and he put us in gear and slipped out of the parking lot.

“Where the hell did you get him?” I said to Hawk as we drove.

“Powell? Oh, man, I don’t know. He’s a local dude. People that hired me told me to work with him.”

“They trying to set up an apprentice program?”

Hawk shrugged. “Beats me, baby, he got a long way to go though, don’t he.”

“It bother you that the cops are going to ask him what he was doing fighting with a tourist, and who the tourist was and who was the black stud in the funny outfit?”

Hawk shook his head. “He won’t say nothing. He dumb, but he ain’t that dumb.”

Between us on the front seat Susan Silverman said, “What are we doing?”

Hawk laughed. “A fair question, Susan. What in hell are we doing?”

“Let me see if I can guess,” I said. “I guess that Harv Shepard owes money to a man, probably King Powers, and Hawk has been asked to collect it. Or maybe just oversee the disbursement of funds, whatever, and that things are going the way they should.” I said to Susan, “Hawk does this stuff, quite well. And then surprise, I appear, and I’m working for Shepard. And Hawk and his employer, probably King Powers, wonder if Harv hired me to counteract Hawk. So Hawk has dropped by to inquire about my relationship with Harv Shepard, and to urge me to sever that relationship.”

The Caddie went almost soundless along the Mid-Cape Highway, down Cape, toward Provincetown. I said, “How close, Hawk?”

He shrugged. “I have explained to the people that employ me about how you are. I don’t expect to frighten you away, and I don’t expect to bribe you, but my employer would like to compensate you for any loss if you were to withdraw from the case.”

“Hawk,” I said. “All this time I’ve known you I never could figure out why sometimes you talk like an account exec from Merrill Lynch and sometimes you talk like Br’er Bear.”

“Ah is the product of a ghetto education.” He pronounced both t’s in ghetto. “Sometimes my heritage keep popping up.”

“Lawdy me, yes,” I said. “What part of the ghetto you living in now?”

Hawk grinned at Susan. “Beacon Hill,” he said. He U-turned the Caddie over the center strip and headed back up Cape toward Hyannis. “Anyway, I told the people you weren’t gonna do what they wanted, whatever I said, but they give me money to talk to you, so I’m talking. What your interest in Shepard?”

“He hired me to look for his wife.”

“That all?”

“That’s all.”

“You find her?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“I won’t say.”

“Don’t matter, Shepard’ll tell me. If I need to know.”

“No.” I shook my head. “He doesn’t know either.”

“You won’t tell him?”

“Nope.”

“Why not, man. That’s what you hired on for.”

“She doesn’t want to be found.”

Hawk shook his head again. “You complicate your life, Spenser. You think about things too much.”

“That’s one of the things that makes me not you, Hawk.”

“Maybe,” Hawk said, “and maybe you a lot more like me than you want to say. ’Cept you ain’t as good looking.”

“Yeah, but I dress better.”

Hawk snorted, “Shit. Excuse me, Susan. Anyway, my problem now is whether I believe you. It sounds right. Sounds just about your speed, Spenser. Course you ain’t just fell off the sugar-beet truck going through town, and if you was lying it would sound good. You still work for Shepard?”

“No, he canned me. He says he’s going to sue me.”

“Ah wouldn’t worry all that much about the suing,” Hawk said. “Harv’s kinda busy.”

“Is it Powers?” I said.

“Maybe it is, maybe it ain’t. You gonna stay out of this, Spenser?”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”

Hawk nodded. We drove a way in silence.

“Who’s King Powers?” Susan said.

“A thief,” I said. “Loan sharking, numbers, prostitution, laundromats, motels, trucking, produce, Boston, Brockton, Fall River, New Bedford.”

Hawk said, “Not Brockton anymore. Angie Degamo has got Brockton now.”

“Angie chase Powers out?”

“Naw, some kind of business deal. I wasn’t in it.”

“Anyway,” I said to Susan, “Powers is like that.”

“And you work for him,” she said to Hawk.

“Some.”

“Hawk’s a free-lance,” I said. “But Powers asks him early when he’s got Hawk’s kind of work.”

“And what is Hawk’s kind of work?” Susan said, still to Hawk.

“He does muscle and gun work.”

“Ah prefer the term soldier of fortune, honey,” Hawk said to me.

“Doesn’t it bother you,” Susan said, “to hurt people for money?”

“No more than it does him.” Hawk nodded to me.

“I don’t think he does it for money,” she said.

“Tha’s why Ah’m bopping down the Cape in a new Eldorado and he’s driving that eight-year-old hog with the gray tape on the upholstery.”

“But...” Susan looked for the right words. “But he does what he must, his aim is to help. Yours is to hurt.”

“Not right,” Hawk said. “Maybe he aiming to help. But he also like the work. You know? I mean he could be a social worker if he just want to help. I get nothing out of hurting people. Sometimes just happens that way. Just don’t be so sure me and old Spenser are so damn different, Susan.”

We pulled back into the parking lot at the motel. The blue and white was gone. I said, “You people through discussing me yet, I got a couple things to say, but I don’t want to interrupt. The subject is so goddamned fascinating.”

Susan just shook her head.

“Okay,” I said. “This is straight, Hawk. I’m not working for Shepard, or anybody, at the moment. But I can’t go home and let you and Powers do what you want. I’m gonna hang around, I think, and see if I can get you off Shepard’s back.”

Hawk looked at me without expression. “That’s what I told them,” he said. “I told them that’s what you’d say if I came around and talked. But they paying the money. I’ll tell them I was right. I don’t think it gonna scare them.”

“I didn’t suppose it would,” I said.

I opened the door and got out and held it open for Susan. She slid out, and then leaned back in and spoke to Hawk. “Goodby,” she said. “I’m not sure what to say. Glad to have met you wouldn’t do, exactly. But” — she shrugged — “thanks for the ride.”

Hawk smiled at her. “My pleasure, Susan. Maybe I’ll see you again.”

I closed the door and Hawk slid the car out of the parking lot, soundless and smooth, like a shark cruising in still water.