“Yes.”
“How many?”
“First one.”
“It’s later there, right?”
“Yes.”
“Are you really all right, Jesse?”
“So far.”
“Are you still scared?”
“s of.”
“Say more about that, Jesse. Can you get any help?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, have you caught the one who killed the girl?”‘
“I know who he is. I can’t prove it
yet.”
“Is he what scares you?”
:i “No, it’s more… well. The
guy I replaced, guy named Carson, got blown up by a bomb out in Wyoming. Wyoming cops have evidence of a militia movement involvement back east. One of my cops, guy that was acting chief before me, that interviewed me for this job, guy named Lou Burke, flew to Denver just before Carson got blown up.
Burke was a demolition specialist in the Navy. He’s a member of the local militia movement which calls itself Freedom’s Horsemen.“
“You think he did it?” I’ll
bet,“ Jesse said. ”Have you arrested
him?“
“Not yet. I suspended him.”
“Why not arrest him, turn it over to the Wyoming police?”
“I’m not sure they can make the case yet, but even if they can, I want more,” Jesse said.
“The chief selectman in town, the guy that hired me, is also the commander of Freedom’s Horsemen.”
“You think he’s involved?”
“He’s a married man. He’s having
trouble with his wife.
And he was having an affair with the girl that was mur dered.“
Again there was silence while Jenn drank some wine.
Jesse’s drink sat untouched on the kitchen counter.
“But you know who killed her,”
Jenn said.
“Yeah, but now I’m not so sure I
know why.”
“You said last time it was about
you.”
o,tdter
“Yeah, and maybe it is, but now maybe it was about · more than me.‘ ’
“So why don’t you confront, or
arrest, or call in the FBI or whatever.”
“I don’t know exactly if any of
what I suspect is true. I don’t know who I can trust. Maybe I can’t trust anybody.”
“Even your own policemen?”
“Even. I’m alone here,
Jenn.”
“I could come.”
Jesse was silent. He felt suddenly overwhelmed by the desire for her to be there.
“Jenn… I
