High profile

“I don’t want to make you mad,” Lloyd said.

“Let’s keep it simple,” Jesse said. “You leave Je

Lloyd nodded slowly.

“Can I get a drink?” he said.

“Sure.”

“You want one?” Lloyd said.

“No.”

Lloyd went stiffly to the kitchen, filled a lowball glass with ice, poured a lot of Jack Daniel’s over the ice, and brought it back. He sat and looked at Jesse and took a drink.

“I, you’re sure you don’t want something.”

“I’m sure,” Jesse said.

“I, ah, I liked Je

The normalness of having bourbon on the rocks in his living room made Lloyd a little calmer. Pretty soon, Jesse knew, the whiskey would help as well…. Coupla good old boys, Jesse thought, having a Jack on the rocks, talking about broads.

“And I thought she liked me,” Lloyd said. “But I think now that she just wanted me to get her into modeling, and television commercials, and, you know, help her career.”

Jesse nodded.

“She was using me.”

“Probably she wanted both,” Jesse said.

“What do you mean?”

“Probably wanted to be in love with you and wanted you to help her, and she couldn’t separate the two out either.”

“I don’t get it,” Lloyd said.

“No,” Jesse said. “You probably don’t.”

60

They sat on the seawall at the town beach in the early evening, looking out across the deserted beach at the empty ocean. Su

“You spoke to Tim Lloyd,” Su

“Yes.”

Maybe it wasn’t in the face. Maybe it was behind the face.

“And?” Su

“He felt used,” Jesse said. “He felt she was exploiting him to get ahead.”

“I’m shocked,” Su

Jesse nodded. He had stopped studying her face and was also looking at the ocean.

“He stalked her so he’d feel powerful,” Su

“I know,” Jesse said.

“To compensate for feeling so not powerful,” Su

“I know.”

They stared out at the ocean together. It was calm as evening arrived. The water moved gently and the surface of it was almost slick.

Jesse said, “He and I agreed that he’d stay away from Je

“Does Je

“Yes. But I’m not sure she’s trusting the agreement.”

“I’ll stay on him,” Su

“He will,” Jesse said.

“No harm making sure,” Su

“Thank you,” Jesse said.

“Did Je

Jesse smiled at the blank ocean.

“She asked if we’d had a fight,” he said.

Su

“That’s so Je

Jesse didn’t say anything.

“What a thrill,” Su

Jesse was quiet.

“I know what you’re like,” Su

“He’s an amateur,” Jesse said.

“Sure,” Su

“And you do,” Jesse said.

“Yes,” Su

Jesse nodded. He was motionless where he sat. He didn’t look at Su

“She knows,” Jesse said.

“And doesn’t care?” Su

“She cares,” Jesse said.

Su

“And she also doesn’t know and doesn’t care,” Jesse said.

“We who are about to shrink salute you,” Su

“I know her,” Jesse said. “I don’t understand her, but I know her. A while back, I thought we’d move back in together and it would be over. We’d be together. She wants that. I want that. And it didn’t work.”

“I like her better than I expected to,” Su

“People do,” Jesse said.

“She’s everything you could want a person to be,” Su

“Except when she isn’t,” Jesse said.

“Which is often,” Su

“But not always,” Jesse said.

A hundred yards down the beach, the herring gull gave up and flew away. The beach was empty now except for the two of them and the gentle, repetitive, heedless roll of the water.

“She have a shrink yet?” Su

“She’ll do what she’ll do,” Jesse said.

“And you’ll do it with her,” Su

Jesse didn’t answer. The sun was down. It was still light, but the ocean had darkened. The wind had died entirely, as it often did at sunset.

“I think we need to say good-bye,” Su

Jesse nodded silently.

“It doesn’t mean I’ll never see you,” Su

She slipped off the seawall and stood in front of him.

“Except,” she said, “right now it’s time to say good-bye.”

“Yes,” Jesse said.

His voice was hoarse. He stood. They put their arms around each other. Neither spoke. Neither moved. They stayed where they were, hugging each other beside the nearly inanimate ocean as the twilight continued to fade.

61

Jesse stood in the back of the room in the Town Hall auditorium while Molly held her daily press briefing.

“There is a development in the Walton Weeks murder,” Molly said. “We have identified two suspects, and are pursuing several leads, though at this time we do not have sufficient evidence to arrest anyone.”

A television reporter in front said, “Can you give us names, Moll?”

Molly smiled.

“Sure,” she said, “how about Cain and Abel?”

“I mean names of suspects.”

“Oh,” Molly said. “No, I can’t give you those names.”

“Why not,” someone yelled.

“Don’t want to,” Molly said.

“When do you expect an arrest?”

“Or arrests,” Molly said. “As soon as we develop our leads more fully.”

“Do you have a timetable?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Molly said. “ASAP. Margie, you have a question?”

“I understand the governor has become actively involved in the case,” a woman said.

“He has?” Molly said. “I’ll be damned.”

“You didn’t know that?” Margie said.

“Nope,” Molly said. “Had no idea.”

“Is there a political overtone to this case,” a man said.

“Here,” Molly said, “in the Bay State? Hard to imagine.”

“Are you saying the governor is involved and you don’t know it?”

“I’m not saying what the governor’s involved in,” Molly answered. “I have no knowledge of any involvement by the governor in this case.”

“Are you implying that his involvement is useless?”

“No.”

“Useful?”

“What part of ‘no knowledge’ don’t you understand, Jim?” Molly said.

“What’s the governor’s position on this case?”

“I don’t know,” Molly said.

“He’s not made it clear?”

“I haven’t spoken with the governor,” Molly said.

“About this case?”

“About anything,” Molly said. “I’ve never met him in my life.”

“Has Chief Stone spoken with the governor?”

“Don’t know,” Molly said.

“Why doesn’t Chief Stone ever meet with the press?”

“Doesn’t seem to want to,” Molly said.

“What about the public’s right to know?”

“Chief Stone is mostly about protect and serve,” Molly said.