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Hathaway said, “Why don’t you have a seat while I get this deposited and get you a receipt.”
Jo Jo tried to look like he didn’t care, although in fact, he had been in a hurry to get out of Hathaway’s office and had forgotten that he needed a receipt to show Gino. He sat and looked at the boat models while Hathaway and two tellers deposited the cash.
Hathaway returned when it was gone and gave Jo Jo a deposit slip.
“What do you get outta this?” Jo Jo said.
Hathaway looked at him blankly without answering. Jo Jo shrugged, tucked the deposit receipt in his shirt pocket, picked up the suitcases, and walked out of the office, waddling a little under the pressure of his vast thighs.
Chapter 22
Two target sites at the firing range of the Paradise Rod and Gun Club on the north edge of town were set aside on Thursdays for the members of the Paradise Police Department. Jesse required everyone on the force to fire service pistol and shotgun once a month. Fifty rounds pistol, ten shotgun. This Thursday it was Jesse’s turn, and Suitcase Simpson’s. Jesse brought both the nine-millimeter service pistol that came with the job, and the short .38 revolver that he usually carried. Both men put on the earmuffs, and Simpson shot first, two-handed, in the crouch that everyone used. He scored well enough, but Jesse could tell that he didn’t like shooting very much, that he was controlling a flinch. When it was his turn Jesse fired two clips from the nine-millimeter, and put all but three rounds into the bull’s-eye.
“Jesus, Jesse, you can shoot.”
Jesse read his lips and nodded. He put down the nine, drew the revolver, and put all five rounds into the black. Then he stepped back, reloaded the revolver, holstered it, and took off his earmuffs.
“How in hell did you get to shoot like that?” Simpson said.
“Practice,” Jesse said.
They each fired the shotgun, taking turns with it. When they were through Jesse handed the shotgun to Simpson.
“You get to clean it,” Jesse said.
“ ’Cause you’re the chief?”
“Of course,” Jesse said.
Simpson nodded.
“But I’ll buy you coffee,” Jesse said. “Prove I’m a regular guy.”
They sat in Simpson’s cruiser outside the Salt Air Doughnut Shop behind the supermarket in the town’s only shopping center, and ate some donuts and drank coffee.
“You married, Suit?” Jesse said.
“Not yet,” Simpson said. “I’m still playing the field, you know?”
“Plenty of time,” Jesse said. “What’s your real name?”
“Luther. My mother teaches Sunday school, she’s a very religious person, named me after some famous religious guy.”
“Un huh.”
“Gym teacher started calling me Suitcase when I was in the fourth grade, and it stuck.”
“Better than Luther,” Jesse said.
“Yeah, I guess so. I never did know why he called me Suitcase.”
“After the ballplayer, don’t you think?”
“Ballplayer.”
“Harry Simpson,” Jesse said. “Cleveland, KC, the Yankees.”
“Never heard of him,” Simpson said. “Why’d they call him ‘Suitcase’?”
“Big feet, I suppose.”
Simpson ate half a donut.
“I never knew why he called me that,” Simpson said, “and I didn’t want to seem stupid, so I never dared ask.”
“So how come you asked me?” Jesse said.
Simpson paused and frowned for a time, which he did, Jesse knew, when he was trying to think.
“I du
“It’s a good way for a cop to be,” Jesse said.
“Not thinking things about people?”
“Something like that,” Jesse said.
Simpson frowned again and drank some coffee. They were quiet watching the junior high school kids, ill at ease and full of pretense, cutting through the parking lot to hang out in front of the shopping center.
“Man,” Simpson said finally, “you can really shoot.”
Chapter 23
When Je
“I need to talk,” she said when he answered.
“Okay,” Jesse said.
He added some ice to his glass and poured more scotch over it. He took the drink and the portable handset back out onto the deck, and sat down again, and hunched the handset between his shoulder and neck, and drank some scotch.
“I’m through with Elliott,” Je
“Un huh.”
“Are you glad?”
Jesse took another drink. Across the harbor, the lights on Paradise Neck seemed untethered in the thick night.
“I’m trying to get to a place where what you do doesn’t make me glad or sad,” Jesse said.
“You’re drinking, aren’t you, Jesse,” Je
“Or you can hear the ice rattle in the glass when I take a sip,” Jesse said.
“Don’t you want to know why I broke up with Elliott?”
“He and Tommy Cruise decided to make the picture without you?”
“There’s no need to be hateful, Jesse.”
“Maybe there is,” he said.
Je
“I can’t just sit here on the phone and let you beat up on me, Jesse.”
“No,” Jesse said, “you can’t. I’ll try not to.”
“Thank you.”
“So how come you broke up with Elliott,” Jesse said.
“And I don’t need to be humored, either,” Je
“Je
There was a pause. He heard the clink of glassware and realized she was drinking too. Probably white wine. Couple of lushes, Jesse thought, three thousand miles apart. . . . Better than drinking alone, I guess.
“Do you remember that ridiculous girlfriend Elliott had with him when we had di
“Taffy.”
“Yes, that’s right. God, Jesse, you always remember stuff. She was like an ornament, you know, like his Rolex.”
“A way to look successful,” Jesse said.
“That’s right, well, I suppose everyone wants to look successful, but . . .”
“There’s better ways,” Jesse said.
“Like being successful?” Je
“That’s one,” Jesse said.
She wasn’t stupid. She was ditzy enough so you could think she was, but she wasn’t. She understood a lot, when she permitted herself to think.
“Well, he was starting to treat me like Taffy. You know?”
“I’m shocked,” Jesse said.
“Don’t make fun of me, Jesse. It’s too easy to do.”
“Yes,” Jesse said. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“So I called him on it. I told him I wasn’t, you know, like a new hat he could wear around and hang up when he wasn’t using it. And he got really mad, and said he was sick of getting used by all the stupid starlets that he tried to help and a lot of other things . . . and I started to cry and told him to go fuck himself and got up and walked out of the place.”
“Good for you,” Jesse said.
“I feel like an asshole for crying,” Je
“Everybody cries,” Jesse said. “The important thing is you didn’t let him use you.”
“Thank you,” Je
They were silent across the continent while each of them drank.
Then Je
“What are you going to do about what?” Jesse said.
“I don’t have a job,” Je
“Meaning me?”
“Yes.”
“It’s not like we’re enemies, Je
“Oh, Jesse, I want to see you.”
“Until the next producer comes along?”
“Don’t, Jesse. I need to see you.”