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I am not
God.”
“I thought they were the same thing,”
Jesse said.
“Think how disappointed I am,” Healy said.
“It’ll be a long
process.”
“How long?”
“Long,” Healy said.
They were silent for a moment.
“I got a bad little thought,” Jesse said.
“About the two guns?” Healy said.
“Each vie shot the same way,
in the same spot, either shot kills them?”
Jesse nodded.
“Be good if you could speed the process up,” Jesse
said.
“Do what I can,” Healy said.
They were silent, looking at each other.
“You used to play ball,” Healy said after a time.
“Yeah, Albuquerque,” Jesse said.
“I was with Binghamton,” Healy said.
“Eastern
League.”
“You get a sniff at the show?”
Healy shook his head.
“Nope. I was a pitcher, Phillies organization, pretty good. Then
I went in the Army and came home and got married and had kids
…”
Jesse nodded.
“And it went away,” Healy said.
“You?”
“Shortstop, tore up my shoulder, and that was the end of
that.”
“Were you good?” Healy asked.
“Yes.”
“Too bad,” Healy said. “You play
anywhere now?”
“Paradise twi league,” Jesse said.
“Softball.”
“Better than nothing,” Healy said.
“A lot better,” Jesse said.
19
Jesse sat with Suitcase Simpson in the front seat of Simpson’s
pickup parked up the street from Candace Pe
“She walks from here down to the corner of Ocean Ave. to catch
the school bus,” Jesse said. “Which Molly will be driving.”
“School bus company in on this?” Simpson said.
“No. They think we’re trying to catch a drug
pusher.”
“I used to ride the bus to school,”
Simpson said. “Lot of shit
got smoked on that bus.”
“Focus here, Suit,” Jesse said.
“You’ll follow her when she
walks to the bus stop, and follow the bus to school and watch her until she’s in the building. You go in the building after her and
hang around near where she is, and, at the end of the day, reverse the procedure.”
“What did you tell the school?”
“Same thing, undercover drug
investigation.”
“I played football with Marino’s older brother,” Simpson said.
“Half the school knows me. How undercover can it be.”
“Suit,” Jesse said.
“We’re not really looking for druggies.
It’s
a cover. It’s good if everyone knows you’re a cop, as long as they
don’t know why you’re there.”
“Which is?”
“To protect Candace Pe
get something on the three creeps that raped her.”
“But no one knows that,” Simpson said.
“They threatened her if she told on them,”
Jesse said. “And I
promised her that I’d keep it secret.”
“Do I wear my unie?” Simpson said.
“No, I told the school to pretend you were a new member of the
custodial staff.”
“Janitor?”
“Yep.”
“Do I get one of those work shirts that has my name over the
pocket?”
“Yeah. Do you want Suitcase?
Or
Luther?”
“I should never have told you my real name,” Simpson
said.
“I’m your chief,” Jesse said.
“You tell me
everything.”
“Yeah, well, my mother comes by and sees me sweeping up, I’m
go
Jesse smiled.
“Kid’s alone,” Jesse said.
“She’s been raped. She’s afraid it
might happen again. She’s sixteen years old and afraid, and they’ve
threatened to show her naked pictures to everyone in the high school. She’s afraid they’ll hurt her.
She’s afraid of her mother’s
disapproval, and I don’t know where her father stands.”
Simpson nodded.
“So we’re go
ain’t alone.”
Jesse nodded.
“Suit,” he said. “You may make
detective
someday.”
“We don’t have any detective
ranks,” Simpson
said.
“Well,” Jesse said. “If we
did.”
“Hell,” Simpson said. “I already
made janitor.”
20
Monday through Friday evenings, when Garfield Ke
When Jesse got there he already knew what he’d find.
Squatting
on his heels in the rain beside Peter Perkins, he saw the two small bullet holes in the chest, one on each side. The blood had seeped through Ke
leaving only a light pink stain.
“Same thing,” Jesse said.
“Name’s Ke
said. “He’s a lawyer, works in
Boston. He lives over there, on Maple. Figure he got off the train, cut through the church parking lot toward his house … and never made it.”
“Family?” Jesse said.
“Wife, three daughters.”
“They know?”
“They came over to see what was going on,”
Perkins
said.
“Christ,” Jesse said.
“It wasn’t good,” Perkins said.
“I’ll talk with them,” Jesse
said.
The rain was washing over Ke
hair.
“And they won’t have any idea why someone killed him,” Jesse
said. “And I’ll ask if they know Ke
and they won’t. And we’ll find no co
them and the bullets will be from the same guns that killed the other two.”
“You think it’s a serial killer,
Jesse?”
“Yeah,” Jesse said. “Any fix on
when it
happened?”
“I talked with the pastor of the church and he says that the
church music director came in to practice on the organ at about four,” Perkins said. “And didn’t see anything. So, sometime between
four and when the call came in at seven-fifteen. Between four and seven-fifteen there were three commuter trains, the last one at six twenty-three.”
“Who found the body,” Jesse said.
“Couple kids skateboarding.”
“In the dark?”
“The pastor says the parking lot lights are on a timer and they
turned on at seven. They never changed the timer for daylight savings.”
“The kids still here?”
“Yeah. They’re in the cruiser with
Eddie.”
“Hang on to them.”
Jesse stood up. “Don’t move a
thing,” he said. “Everything just
the way it is.”
“Sure thing,” Perkins said. “I
still got to take my
pictures.”
Jesse walked away from the scene, a hundred yards up the railroad tracks to the Paradise Center Station. It was empty and dark. The last train would have been at 6:23. He turned and looked down the tracks. This time of year it would have been dark by six.
But if you were used to it, you probably wouldn’t have a problem.
He started down the tracks. He wasn’t used to it, but the light
from the church parking lot was helpful. Besides, I’m a natural
athlete. There was a pathway through the screen of trees into
the back of the church parking lot. He walked through this way,
carrying his briefcase. Lot was still dark. He’s walking down here,
toward Maple Street, and he sees a couple people walking toward him, and he doesn’t pay any attention and then they get close and