gotten women who wanted to make their husbands happy. He'd gotten one who wanted to be famous. He was an honest cop. They were mobsters.
He went to the kitchen and made himself another drink.
Love is odd, all right… and unfair… and it sucks… Doesn't always suck, though. Working really well for Reggie and Knocko… Thought I was through worrying about it… Jenn's history… Thought I was past that… Guess I'm not… Maybe I can drink it into submission.
He drank some more.
15
THE PHONE RANG. Jesse ignored it. His mouth was very dry, but he was too asleep to get any water. The phone rang again.
'Shut up,' Jesse said, and didn't answer it.
He slept some more and then someone began pounding on his front door. He ignored it. The pounding continued. He could hear someone's raised voice. He rolled over onto his back and opened his eyes. It was day. He looked at the digital clock: eleven-thirteen.
His head ached and his stomach was queasy. The pounding and yelling at the front door continued. He sat up. He was fully dressed, shoes and all. He stood. The room swam a little and then steadied. He walked slowly to the front door and opened it. Molly Crane was there. She looked at Jesse and then came in without a word and closed the door behind her.
'Take a shower,' she said. 'Put on clean clothes. I'll make coffee.'
Jesse looked at her for a moment.
'Wha's up,' he said.
'Brush your teeth, too,' Molly said.
Jesse nodded.
'Okay, but wha's going on?' he said.
'Somebody killed Knocko Moynihan last night,' Molly said.
Jesse nodded, then turned and headed for the bathroom. He brushed his teeth. He shaved. He stayed under the shower for a long time. When he came out wearing clean clothes, Molly had coffee made, a glass of orange juice poured, two pieces of toast on a saucer. A bottle of aspirin stood beside the toast. Jesse sat.
'No toast,' Jesse said.
'Eat the toast,' Molly said. 'Shape your stomach must be in, you don't want to put aspirin in there without food.'
Jesse nodded. The room distorted for a moment and settled. He drank some juice.
'Feel human?' Molly said.
'No,' Jesse said.
'Can you listen?'
'Yes,' he said.
'Lifeguard found Knocko this morning, about six o'clock, sitting upright on a bench under the little pavilion at Paradise Beach. He'd been shot in the back of the head. There wasn't much blood. We're guessing he was shot someplace else and put there. But we don't have an ME report yet.'
Jesse drank some coffee to wash down a bite of toast.
'Who's running it?' he said.
'Suit, I guess, and me,' Molly said. 'Selectmen are in a twidgit looking for you.'
'Press?'
'Quite a bit,' Molly said. 'Knocko was famous, I guess.'
'TV?' Jesse said.
'Two stations,' Molly said. 'Stand-ups by the beach pavilion.'
'Scared to death of TV,' Jesse said.
'The selectmen?'
Jesse nodded and wished he hadn't.
''Specially the new guy,' Molly said.
Jesse started to nod and stopped himself.
'McAfee,' he said.
'Yeah,' Molly said. 'He's terrified he'll say something wrong on camera.'
Jesse finished his first piece of toast.
'Okay,' Molly said. 'Take your aspirin.'
Jesse took two and swallowed them with the remaining orange juice.
'He know where I've been?' Jesse said.
'Suit told them you were out of town, something to do with your ex-wife.'
'Better than passed out from strong drink, I guess,' Jesse said.
'I guess,' Molly said.
She poured Jesse a second cup of coffee.
'You going to eat the other piece of toast?' she said.
'Can't,' Jesse said.
'I can,' Molly said, and picked it up from his plate and broke off a piece.
'Someday you can tell me what set you off,' Molly said, when she had finished chewing.
'Yep.'
'But right now we got to rescue the situation,' Molly said.
'Okay,' Jesse said.
'You up to it?'
'After this coffee,' Jesse said.
Molly nodded and ate the rest of the toast.
16
SUNNY SAT in the vast ornamental living room of a disproportionate McMansion in Concord with Elsa and John Markham.
'You've talked to our daughter?' Elsa said.
'I have.'
'How is she?'
'She seems fine,' Sunny said.
'She's still in that place,' Elsa said.
Elsa Markham was slim and tall with silver-blond hair and a dark tan. Her husband was also slim and tall. But his hair was dark and worn longish. He, too, had a deep tan.
'Yes,' Sunny said. 'She's at the Renewal place.'
'Does she have friends?'
'She has a boyfriend,' Sunny said. 'He seemed nice.'
He hadn't seemed anything to Sunny, but she thought it might reassure them.
'Oh, God,' Elsa said. 'Unsupervised, of course.'
'Well, actually,' Sunny said, 'there's quite a lot of supervision; at least there are quite a few rules. No drugs, no alcohol, no smoking; interestingly enough, no meat.'
'Sex?' Elsa said.
'No casual sex,' Sunny said. 'Only as part of a relationship.'
'Well, isn't that sweet,' Elsa said.
'They seem to be close,' Sunny said.
'Sex is for marriage,' Elsa said. 'Not for relationships.'
'Really?' Sunny said.
'You don't believe that?' Elsa said.
'No,' Sunny said. 'I guess I don't.'
'Well, we do, and we won't have a daughter who believes otherwise.'
'But maybe you do,' Sunny said.
'She's been corrupted by this cult.'
'It's not really a cult, Mrs. Markham. They don't advocate much that most people wouldn't approve of.'
'We are not most people,' Elsa said.
Sunny looked at Mr. Markham, who so far had sat in grim silence as his wife talked.
'So, is Cheryl your biological daughter, too, Mr. Markham?'
