go in there and scarf some down?”
“Yes,” Simpson said. “I
do.”
“You’re right,” Jesse said.
“It’s been too long.”
Suit swung the car into the Dunkin‘ Donuts parking lot. Simpson
kept the car idling, while Jesse got out and went in and bought a dozen donuts and two large coffees.
“A dozen?” Suit said.
“We’re not going to eat a dozen
donuts.”
“Sooner or later,” Jesse said.
Suit put the cruiser in gear.
“Care to dine with an ocean view?” Suit said.
“Sure,” Jesse said. “The wharf
would do but make it quick. Don’t
want the donuts to spoil.”
“Donuts don’t spoil,” Suit said
and drove them to the
wharf.
They left the motor on against the chill as they ate donuts and
drank coffee and looked at the boat traffic, even on a cold day, moving about on the harbor.
“Seem like a nice couple,” Suit said.
“The Lincolns?”
“Who’d you think I meant,” Suit
said. “Us?”
“Wise guys don’t make sergeant,”
Jesse said.
Suit grinned.
“You got some problem with the Lincolns?”
he
said.
“Too nice,” Jesse said. “Too
cooperative.”
“You’d prefer they were surly?”
“Suit, you been studying up,” Jesse said.
“Surly?”
“I’m a high school grad,” Suit
said. “I know a bunch of words.
Sometimes I say enticing, or symbolic.
What’s
wrong with the Lincolns?”
“They bother me. Lot of people are a little uncomfortable when
the cops come and want to look at your gun.”
“They knew nobody got shot with their gun,” Suit
said.
“Some people would want to check with their attorney before
letting us test their weapon,” Jesse said. “People are uneasy with
cops.”
“Maybe, since they had nothing to hide they didn’t want to act
like they did.”
“Maybe,” Jesse said.
“Well, soon as we fire the thing we’ll know.”
“We’ll know the bullets that killed our people weren’t fired
from that gun,” Jesse said.
“You think they had another gun?”
“Two.”
“You think they did it?”
“Until I got a better suspect,” Jesse said,
“yes.”
“Her too?”
“Yes.”
“Even if the gun don’t match,”
Suit said.
“It won’t match,” Jesse said.
“They knew that when they gave it
to us.”
“You never said nothing to them about their car being parked up
at the Paradise Mall when Barbara Carey got killed,” Suit said.
He wiped cinnamon sugar off his chin with the back of his hand.
“No need to tell them all we know,” Jesse said.
“Because you got some kind of instinct that they’re the ones?”
Suit said.
“Because there’s something very phony about them,” Jesse
said.
“Lot of that going around in Paradise,”
Suit
said.
“But they’re the only phonies whose car was parked ten feet from
a homicide,” Jesse said.
“Well,” Suit said.
“Yeah.”
44
They sat together on the couch in the living room with their feet up on the coffee table. It was so still that they could hear the small click of the ice maker in their freezer. On the far horizon was the low profile of an oil tanker heading toward Chelsea Creek.
“Looking at the water,” he said,
“it’s like you can see
eternity.”
With her head resting against his shoulder, she said,
“You
always say that.”
“Well, it’s always so.”
“It’s always so, for you,” she
said.
“You and I are one and the same,” he said.
She was quiet. The oil tanker disappeared behind the coastline curve to the east.
“Do you think the cop will forget about us after the gun doesn’t
match?” he said.
“He was so polite,” she said. “I
thought he was
nice.”
“In an odd way, I hope he doesn’t forget about
us.”
“Makes it more exciting?” she said.
“I guess so,” he said.
“What if he catches us?”
“You think he’s going to catch us? Him and his bumpkin
buddy?”
“He didn’t seem to know very
much,” she said. “Actually I think
we sort of intimidated them.”
“I know,” he said. “Did you see
how stiff the big one was
sitting by the door?”
The ocean was empty now, stretching out from the empty beach below them. They watched its blue gray movement and the scatter of whitecaps where the wind ruffled the surface.
“They can’t find out anything from the gun,” she
said.
“Of course not,” he said. “We
haven’t even fired the damn
thing.”
“I know. I just worry sometimes.”
“Do you really think some flatfooted cop has a chance against
us? You and me?”
“He didn’t seem so stupid to
me,” she said, “more like he was
polite.”
“He was looking at your ass, for God’s sake.”
She smiled and banged her head gently against his shoulder.
“See, I told you he wasn’t
stupid.”
He put his hand inside her thigh, and she snuggled down a little
against him.
“Do that, myself,” he said.
“I know.”
Two gulls rose outside their window, effortlessly riding the air
currents. They never seemed cold in the winter, nor hot in the summer; they were just always there, circling, soaring, looking for food.
“It might be fun to kill him,” he said.
“The cop?”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t that asking for trouble?”
“Isn’t that what we do,” he
said. “Ask for trouble? Would it be
as thrilling doing what we do, if there were no risk of getting caught.”
“I suppose you’re right,” she
said. “I never thought of it that
way.”
“Would you have fun playing baseball if you knew you couldn’t
lose?” he said.
“I never played baseball,” she said.
“Or gambling.” He was very intense.
“The possibility of losing
is what gives it juice.”
“It would be something,” she said,
“afterwards.”
“It would,” he said, “be the
fuck of our lives.”
“Oh my,” she said.
“We should think about it,” he said.
“Yes. Even if we decide to do it, though, we shouldn’t do it
yet.”
“Let’s see how close he can get without catching us,” he
said.
“And then if we kill him,” she said,
“it will be in the nick of
time.”
She smiled up at him.
“What kind of fuck would that be?” she said.
45
Together again, Jesse thought, as he looked at Candace
Pennington sitting across his conference table from Bo Marino.
Chuck Pennington was there with Candace, and Joe Marino was with Bo.
“He threatened Candace,” Chuck Pennington said quietly. “He told
her if she testified against him he’d kill her, and if he had to
he’d kill Feeney too.”
“The hell he did,” Joe Marino said.
“He told her anything it was
she should stop lying about him.”
“Anyone else hear the threat, Candace?”
Jesse
said.
“No, but he said it.”
“Liar,” Bo said.
“See, nobody heard him,” Joe Marino said.
“It’s just his word
against hers.”
“Don’t force me to make that
choice,” Jesse said.
“What’s that mean,” Marino said.
“It means that I have found Bo to be a chronic liar, and a bad