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There followed a list of names, three columns, eighteen pages. On the twelfth page was Lou Burke’s name. Jesse stared at it for a long time, then he reorganized the list and put it in a manila folder along with Buck’s letter and locked the folder in the file cabinet in his office. He took Lou Burke’s perso

1970–1972 Underwater demolition specialist

Jesse’s fingers tapped softly on the desk as he read the perso

1970–1972 Underwater demolition specialist

Holding the file in his lap, he swiveled his chair so he could stare out the window, past the driveway where the fire trucks parked, and look at the full strut of the Massachusetts fall. Jesse was never one for nature’s grandeur, and he wouldn’t get in a bus and ride very far to look at the leaves either. But since it was there it was nice to look at. Nothing like it in L.A. He watched the bright leaves for quite a while holding Lou Burke’s perso

He was still sitting when Molly Crane came in from the dispatch desk, and stood in the doorway, leaning on the jamb. She often did that, didn’t really come in, didn’t really stay out, just lingered in the doorway to talk.

“You thinking?” she said. “Or daydreaming.”

“Looking at the leaves,” Jesse said.

“I’m on break,” Molly said.

Jesse nodded.

“You going to that dance at the Yacht Club?” Molly said.

“Yeah. You?”

Molly laughed.

“Are you kidding? The police department dispatcher?”

“You’re a full-time police officer too,” Jesse said.

“Yeah, that’ll make a difference. See how many other guys from the force are there.”

“You ever been?”

“I never even been inside the Yacht Club, except once when some lady got drunk and started to strip right in front of all the guests, and I had to go over there and drag her out.”

“Drunk and disorderly?”

“Yeah, that was the charge. Pretty good-looking babe, too,” Molly said. “By the time I got her in the cell she had taken off every stitch. I gave her my coat but she wouldn’t wear it. Kept saying she was free and was going to live free, or something like that. She was pretty drunk. Anyway all of my fellow officers were really worried about her and kept checking on her regularly to make sure she didn’t hurt herself or escape or anything.”

Jesse smiled.

“She still in town,” he said.

“Oh sure. President of the little theater group, parent-teachers group, art association, you name it.”

“She ever talk to you?”

“Pretends she doesn’t know me,” Molly said.

“Maybe she doesn’t,” Jesse said. “Drunks don’t always, you know.”

“I’m Irish,” Molly said. “I know about drunks.”

“She still drink a lot?”

“I guess so. I don’t move in her circles, but she hasn’t required the cops again.”

“Kind of a status-conscious town, you think?” Jesse said.

“Oh yeah. Fu

“Maybe you’re generalizing a little,” Jesse said.

“Oh yeah, whatever that means, I’m probably doing it. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t wish I was going to the Yacht Club. I’m just looking forward to your reaction.”

“Maybe I won’t have one,” Jesse said.

Molly smiled, still leaning on the doorjamb.

“I know what you’re like, Jesse,” she said and pushed herself erect. “You’ll have one. But you won’t show it.”

With that Molly walked away, letting the door swing shut behind her. That was also something she did. Molly was a great one for exit lines.

Jesse looked back out the window and sat for a while longer. Then he stood and carried Lou Burke’s perso

Chapter 56

Paradise Neck was a narrow jut of land that angled out to form the eastern shore of Paradise Harbor on its i

In the ballroom, walled with windows, apparently floating over the harbor, the guests were generally in formal dress accented by Halloween-themed accessories. Several women sported satin half masks trimmed with rhinestones. Hasty Hathaway was wearing a black-and-orange bow tie with his tux. The bow tie had orange lights in it that flashed on and off. A four-piece orchestra in one corner was playing music by Andrew Lloyd Webber. At the far end of the room a bar was open, and along the wall opposite the water view a buffet table was laid with orange and black paper, covered with food, and anchored at each end by a large carved jack-o’-lantern.

“Hasty is drawing a crowd with his bow tie,” Abby said in Jesse’s ear as they pushed toward the bar. “It’s his party trademark. At Christmas he has one with red and green lights.”

“He’s a sporty guy,” Jesse said.

He got Abby a martini and himself a scotch and soda at the bar. They came in the same-sized clear plastic glasses. Abby sipped hers and made a face. Jesse needed to be careful with the scotch. This was not a good place for the chief of police to get drunk. Abby drank again.

“Got to get some of this in quick so that the rest of it won’t taste so awful.”

Jesse smiled. He started to drink his scotch and thought better of it. Take your time, he said to himself. Sip now and then. Nurse a couple of drinks. You don’t have to stay here forever. They edged over to the buffet table: potato chips; a boiled ham; salted peanuts; cream cheese and bologna roll-ups; pretzel sticks; potato salad; a large molded salad made of lime Jell-O and cabbage; pigs in a blanket; goldfish crackers; small meatballs in a sauce made from red currant jelly; a salad made with green beans, wax beans, and red kidney beans in oil-and-vinegar dressing; a platter of sliced American processed cheese food, two colors, yellow and white; some Ritz crackers; some salami chunks; a bowl of caramel corn; and a large bowl of something Jesse didn’t recognize. He asked Abby.

“That’s called nuts and bolts,” Abby said.

“Yeah, but what is it?”

“Cereal.”

“Cereal?”

“Yeah, Cheerios, Wheat Chex, bite-sized shredded wheat, stuff like that, sprayed with oil and salted and baked in the oven. Then you add pretzel sticks, maybe some peanuts if you’re at the cutting edge. Some people sprinkle on garlic salt, some people put on some Kraft grated Parmesan cheese. Toss lightly and serve.”