Death in Paradise

"How old was she?"

"Maybe fourteen."

They were both quiet. The victim's age hung in the room like smoke.

"We'll get on it," Healy said after a while. "You come up with anything, let us know."

"Or vice versa," Jesse said.

Chapter Four

Anthony DeAngelo came into Jesse's office leading a male Dalmatian on an improvised leash. The dog was panting, and restless on the leash.

"Got a date?" Jesse said.

"It's a him," DeAngelo said.

"So?"

"I found him up on the pike ru

"Near the donut shop?"

DeAngelo gri

"I'm an experienced law officer," Jesse said. "Molly got any lost dogs?"

"I checked when I came in the station. She says she got two. One's a poodle. One's a Lab."

Jesse nodded.

"No tags?"

"No collar," DeAngelo said.

"How'd you get him in the car?" Jesse said.

"Donut."

"Of course," Jesse said. "Where'd you get the nice leash?"

"Lady at the donut shop gave me some twine."

"You call the dog officer?" Jesse said.

"Valenti? He's working. Don't usually get home till six."

"Part-time help," Jesse said. "Inexpensive and worth it."

He looked at the dog. Still panting, the dog looked disoriented. He was wagging his tail aimlessly. His ears were flat and his body was a little hunched.

"Okay," Jesse said, "put him in one of the cells."

"Ain't it illegal in this town to domicile dogs and humans in the same space?" DeAngelo said.

"Of course it is," Jesse said. He looked at DeAngelo without speaking.

"Okay," DeAngelo said. "You care which cell?"

"Your choice," Jesse said. "And give him some water."

DeAngelo nodded and led the dog away. Jesse went to the office door and stuck his head out and yelled for Molly Crane.

"Call around to some vets," he said. "Describe the dog, see if they know anything about this one."

"What kind of dog is it?" Molly said.

"Dalmatian. They're not all that common."

"Male or female?"

"Male," Jesse said. "For crissake, you're a cop. You're supposed to be observant."

"I'm an Irish Catholic girl," Molly said. "I don't look at penises."

"Not even human?"

From the cell block in the back, they could hear the dog begin to howl.

"Especially not human."

"Always in the dark," Jesse said.

Molly gri

"It's good to be aware of your heritage," Jesse said. "Tell Suit I want to talk to him."

The dog's howling was now steady.

Molly smiled at him. "Dog's lonely," she said.

"Ain't we all," Jesse said.

"Not the way I hear it," Molly said and went out.

Jesse watched her as she went. She was small and in shape. The blue uniform fit her well. The service pistol looked too large. He knew she was sensual: the way her eyes were. The way she stood. The way she walked. He knew. And she knew he knew.

"There's a dog in cell number one," Simpson said when he came in.

"Got him for soliciting," Jesse said.

Simpson hesitated. Jesse said everything in the same sort of serious way, and Simpson was often uncertain if Jesse was kidding. But you couldn't arrest a dog. He laughed.

"He got a lawyer?" Simpson said.

The dog howled.

"I think he'll cop a plea," Jesse said.

"Yeah," Simpson said. "He's already starting to sing."

"You want to make some overtime?" Jesse said.

"Sure."

"Go out to the lake where we found the girl, and walk the perimeter. Take Eddie Cox with you. See what you can find."

"We looking for anything special?"

"A clue would be good."

"Such as?"

"Anything that looks like a clue," Jesse said. "Anything that doesn't belong. That's out of place. That might have once belonged to a teenaged girl. Or a murderer. Or Lillian Gish, for that matter. Whatever you see."

"Who's Lillian Whatsis?"

"Forget Lillian," Jesse said. "Go look."

"It's a big lake," Simpson said.

"Take your time. When in doubt, assume it's a clue."

"I'll call Eddie," Simpson said.

He stood, hitched his gunbelt a little, and walked from the room. A man on a mission. When he was alone, Jesse sat for a moment listening to the dog howl. Then he got up and found a roll of crime scene tape and cut off a length and went down to the cell block. The dog stopped howling the minute he saw Jesse. His tail wagged hesitantly. Jesse opened the door and went in.

"We can improve your accommodations," Jesse said to the dog. "You can stay with the chief of police himself."

He looped the length of plastic tape around the dog's neck and led the dog back down the corridor to his office.

Chapter Five

The dog was sleeping behind Jesse's desk.

When Je

"I know you've gone out with some dogs since we broke up," Je

"His name's Deputy," Jesse said.

"His?"

"We're just friends," Jesse said.

"Well, can you leave your friend long enough to go to di

"I feel like I ought to bring him," Jesse said.

"For God's sake," Je

"Yeah. Bob Valenti. Part-time guy."

"Well, call him up, have him take the dog to the ke

"He howls when I leave him," Jesse said.

Je

"Does he bite?"

"I don't know," Jesse said. "He's only been here a couple of hours."

Je

"Clench your fist," Jesse said. "It makes it harder for him to bite your hand."

"Jesus," Je

The dog kept his head up, looking at her. She made a fist and put it toward the dog's nose very carefully. The dog sniffed at her fist carefully, and thumped the floor with his tail a couple of times.

"I think he likes me," Je

"Probably," Jesse said.

"If we take him with us, won't he howl when we leave him in the car?"

"We could eat in the car," Jesse said.

Je

Finally she said, "Jesse, haven't you killed several people?"

Jesse nodded.

"And yet you can't leave a stray dog to have di

Jesse nodded.

"What would we eat in the car?" Je

"Pizza?"

"Split three ways?" Je

"I guess."

"And maybe a six-pack?"

"Sure," Jesse said.

"Glad I dressed up," Je

Jesse stood. The dog stood as soon as Jesse did.

"We're glad, too," Jesse said.

In Jesse's car, the dog sat in the backseat. And in the parking lot of Paradise Pizza, the dog rested his head on the back of Je

"Can I give him my pizza crust?" Je

"I think he likes those," Jesse said.

Je

"How are you?" Jesse said.

"I'm fine, Jesse."

"I watch you do the weather almost every night."