There was a picture of Molly Crane that looked as if it was taken from her high school yearbook. She didn’t look that different, he thought, but different enough for his purposes.
He’d studied her long enough and closely enough to see it. The story went on, and he read it to the end. The writing was amateurish, of course, like the writing in all those small-town local papers. And the information was good. He had at least a two-week window to make his final discovery in Paradise. For a moment he considered whether this was a plant, and Jesse was trying to trap him. No, he decided. Old Jess isn’t that smart. Time, he thought, to hop on the bus, and reconnoiter .
71
“EVERYBODY’S GOT a picture of Seth Ralston,” Jesse said to Suit.
“They have. I got his license picture from the registry and personally gave each guy a blowup,” Suit said.
“Okay,” Jesse said. “Moll?”
“Paradise police cruiser parked on the street outside Betsy Ingersoll’s house,” Molly said.
“Twenty-four-seven.”
“Who?” Jesse said.
“Buddy, Paul, and Steve,” Molly said. “Eight hours each. Four on, four off.”
“They know it’s a head fake?” Jesse said.
“No,” Molly said. “I hoped it would help them pay attention if I told them we had reason to think the Night Hawk might make his move on her.”
“Agree,” Jesse said.
“I talked to the Dorseys,” Jesse said. “They said we can sit in their upstairs guest bedroom and watch your house.”
“Why them?” Molly said. “I’m a lot closer to the Hanleys.”
“No kids,” Jesse said. “I don’t want everybody in the Paradise public school system to be talking about this.”
“Good point,” Molly said. “I’ve not told my kids anything about it. Tell Arthur to be in civilian clothes riding the bus, or they’ll wonder. If he’s just another adult, they won’t even notice him.”
“How ’bout your husband?” Jesse said.
“I told him. He’ll keep it to himself.”
“How’d he handle it,” Jesse said.
“It’s probably good he’s not here,” Molly said. “I think he’d hide in the bushes and jump the first guy that approached the house.”
“Don’t blame him,” Jesse said. “You fight?”
“No,” Molly said. “Now and then I’m reminded of what kind of man he is. He said he knew I was a cop when he married me. He knew I could take care of myself. And he knew we couldn’t have the marriage we have unless I was free to do what I needed to do.”
“He said that?” Suit said.
Molly nodded.
“He understood why you had to do this?” Suit said
“There’s a reason I married him, you know,” Molly said.
“I’ve talked to Peter Perkins,” Jesse said. “He doesn’t know quite what’s up, but he’s prepared to run the shop while you and me and Suit are on, ah, special assignment.”
“That’s it?” Molly said.
“Yep, even in the department, I don’t want more people to know than have to.”
“You and Suit and me,” Molly said.
“You’ll wear a gun, all the time, like we agreed.”
“Under my clothes,” Molly said. “So if it gets to that, I can get it as I disrobe.”
“Where you gonna wear it?” Suit said.
“None of your business,” Molly said.
“And the wire?” Jesse said.
“Mike in my bra, transmitter pack in the small of my back. He won’t see it unless you’re late getting there.”
“You’ll turn it on the minute he shows,” Jesse said.
“I will.”
“We need to time this right,” Jesse said. “I want him to make his move, so there’s no doubt that we got him.”
“Hey, Moll,” Suit said. “What if we’re a little late getting there and when we bust in to rescue you, you’re standing around in your underwear?”
“I thought of that,” Molly said. “So I’ve ordered up some new cute undies and charged it to the department.”
Jesse smiled.
“We won’t be late,” he said.
“We won’t?” Suit said. “Damn!”
72
IT WAS a nice morning. The Night Hawk carefully screwed the stolen license plates onto his Crossfire. He had already put his plates on the little red Audi convertible that he’d stolen these plates from. If he was lucky, especially if it was a woman’s car, she wouldn’t even notice that her plates were wrong. The Audi looked like a chick car. There was a big smiley face hanging from the rearview mirror. When he finished putting on his new plates, he got in the car and looked at himself in the rearview mirror. He had a heavy beard. And he hadn’t shaved since he went underground. His beard was already sufficiently thick. He liked the beard, even the gray streaks. Distinguished. He put on some sunglasses. He felt the small weight of his derringer in the pocket of his black windbreaker. He liked the derringer. He’d never actually fired it, but he had dry-fired it enough. And it was romantic. It was the right gun for the Night Hawk.
He put the car in gear and prowled out from behind his scruffy building and onto the highway. Time to reconnoiter. He drove carefully, keeping inside the speed limit, cruising easily in the right lane. He turned off into Paradise and passed within a block of his condo. That was over. He’d miss Hannah, maybe, a little. But he knew her secret far too well. He smiled to himself. And she knew his. It had probably been a mistake to marry her. But he’d believed the pretense. He’d thought her open and nonjudgmental surface was real. He’d thought maybe she could help him. But she hadn’t. She hadn’t helped him with any of it. He was probably not the marrying kind. It was a mistake he wouldn’t make again. He never thought ahead very far; mostly it was from one escapade to the next. Discovery to discovery. But now, for the first time in a while, he was ending something and moving on. To what? Jesse knew who he was.
So did Hannah. Soon it would be common knowledge. He’d have to go a far distance and start over. He wouldn’t probably have much luck getting an academic job. Hard to get references. He had some cash. He’d been putting cash aside for years, in case. He didn’t know where yet. Anonymous city, small room, practice his craft of discovery. Maybe a little less ef-fete in his next life. Maybe escalate a little. Stay unencumbered. Stay solitary.
He drove along the western shoreline toward downtown. He passed the Ingersoll house. A Paradise police cruiser was parked outside. He smiled. You think I’m after her, Jesse. Not a bad guess. I would like to see that picture. But I’m not that stupid. He drove on into the old part of town. It was a nice town. It was the best place he’d lived since Mr. O had overtaken him. And soon he’d leave it forever. And go somewhere else. And do what he did. For the rest of his life. He turned up Molly Crane’s street. Nothing unusual. He drove past her house. Nice.
Weathered shingles. Blue shutters. A basketball hoop on the garage. Domestic. Well, we’ll shake that up a little, won’t we? He turned in the cul-de-sac at the end of the street and drove back down. He went up the next street, where he could look through and see her backyard.
Everything as it should be. He circled the neighborhood a few times. No cops. No cruisers.
Nothing unusual. He looked at the dashboard clock. Ten-thirty. Why not? Why not now? He felt his chest tighten. He felt the feeling in his belly. He turned back around the block and onto her street. She’d have taken her shower by now. And dressed in clean clothes. Probably making beds now, and doing laundry and cleaning house. He parked at the corner of the street and got out. He didn’t need the ski mask this time. They knew who he was already. He began to walk up the street toward her house with the derringer in the right-hand pocket of his jacket, and his camera in the left. She was a policewoman. What if she had a gun? Probably not doing housework. But what if she could get it? Well, he had a gun. He felt the small jag of fear push past the other feelings. That was both good news and bad. It was the police part that was so enticing. The badge and gun were no match for the Night Hawk. The uniform stripped away. The secret revealed. He’d have his pictures. And he’d be gone. And next week he’d have new territory to explore. New secrets to reveal. In the next town. And the next. For the rest of his life. God! His heart was beating hard now, and his breathing was quick. He was afraid. But the desire smothered the fear. He had jumped off the cliff. There was no stopping himself now. He reached her front door. He turned the knob and it opened. Very quietly, he went in.