Trouble in Paradise

Bo walked straight to an old Dodge van with Chinese lettering on the side, and in English, hand painted below the Chinese characters were the words FINE PRODUCE. Bo unlocked the back door, climbed in the van, moved some crates around, and came up with a maroon athletic bag with gray lettering on the sides. He dragged the bag by its shoulder strap to the lip of the van bed and opened it. Inside were several kilos of white powder in transparent plastic bags.

"Lemme try," Crow said.

Bo untwisted the plastic tie that closed one of the bags. Crow tasted it.

"Been stepped on some," he said.

"Sure, but it's good stuff. No cut and..." Bo rolled his eyes and pretended to fall over.

"Yeah."

Crow picked up the plastic tie and closed the bag. Then he half turned and drove his right heel into Vong's groin. As Vong bent over, he put both hands on Vong's head and snapped his neck with one twist. Crow moved so quickly that Bo was only half out of the truck when Crow got a handful of his hair and yanked him all the way out and slammed his head against the car bumper. He let go of Bo's hair and Bo fell face down on the asphalt. Without any hurry, Crow went to Vong's body and took his Clock out of Vong's pocket. He shot Vong between the already lifeless eyes, and then turned and put one bullet into the base of Bo's skull. Then he put the cocaine back in the bag, zipped it up, picked up the bag, and walked out of the parking lot. There was an attendant in the booth, a thin black man with Rastafarian hair. He was crouching down, trying to hide. Crow walked to the booth and shot him in the head.

Then he put his gun back in his holster and walked off down Tyler Street toward Kneeland Street, carrying the maroon Nike bag over his shoulder.

TWENTY-EIGHT.

Jesse stood off-camera on the news set at' Cha

did he care.

The floor director counted her down.

Je

When Tony Salt, the news anchor, replaced her on the monitors, Je

"Hi," she said.

"A low-pressure area dominating our weather system?" Jesse said.

Je

"They write it. I read it," she said and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the lips.

"Where shall we eat?"

"Up to you," Jesse said.

"I usually have pizza."

"You know what I'd love?" Je

"I'd love to have some fried clams at that little restaurant on the harbor in Paradise."

"The Gray Gull," Jesse said.

"Yes. Do you mind driving all the way back?"

"No, of course not," Jesse said.

"Oh good. Let me get my purse and stuff, I'll be right back.

Don't go anywhere."

Like I would, Jesse thought.

He didn't mind driving forty-five minutes back to Paradise. He would be alone with her. Je

"It's not really about telling people the weather," she said, as they went north through the Callahan Tu

"It's about marketing the weather person as a way to market the station," she said.

"Otherwise the anchor could just tell you it was going to rain tomorrow as part of the newscast. But that's not the point. There's three of us, for Christ's sake. Clark does noon and eleven. I do six, and Dinah does weekends. I visit schools and street fairs and do remotes from somebody's lobby. That's why I only do six, so they can market me."

"Long day for Clark?" Jesse said.

Je

"He loves it," she said.

"Gives him more air time."

"So why you?"

"I got a better ass than Clark." ;

"I think that's right," Jesse said.

"How about Dinah?" ( Je

"Girls with bad asses don't get hired." :

Jesse wasn't looking at her. He was watching the road in front of him.

"But she is the weekend weather girl, isn't she," Je

And Jesse knew without looking just the way her eyes gleamed when she said it.

Jesse took a deep breath and let it out audibly.

"How's Tony Salt," he said.

"Is it serious?"

"Not yet."

Jesse felt the thickness in his chest. It began near the solar plexus and reached the lower part of his throat.

"I don't know, Jesse. I'm just dating. It's not serious like you and me, if that's bothering you."

"Could it get that serious?"

"I don't know. I can't promise. I have to be able to see who I want to see, and tonight I want to see you."

"I haven't spied on you again."

"Good."

Je

"I'm ashamed of it," Jesse said.

Je

"Knowledge is power," she said.