“Yeah. I set it up.”
It was late, ‘and Jesse was tired. He and Jo Jo were on their respective sides of the barred door to Jo Jo’s cell.
Jesse had a tape recorder. There was a single overhead light in the cell corridor with no shade.
“Hasty’d get a couple percent of what he laundered, and
I guess he was using that money to finance the Horsemen.“
“How did he launder it?”
“Just didn’t fill out the cash deposit
forms, I guess,” Jo Jo said. “It was his freakin‘ bank, you know? Then he’d deduct his two percent, put it in the Horsemen’s account, and wire-transfer the rest to checking accounts in other banks. Now it’s in the banking system nice and legitimate.
Gino would write checks on the new accounts. No nasty pile up on Some treasury agent’s desk in Washing [:
“And you think Chief Carson got wind of this?”
“My guess, yeah. And he wouldn’t go with it. Everybody knows it’s drug mopey. And I heard that Torn said ‘he,coul,t let that slide.’
,And?
“So they got him to resign, and set him up in a town out in Wyoming. Some Posse group out there fixed it. And he was out there a while, they sent Lou out to blow him up. They wanted the local Posse guys to do it, but that didn’t work out?‘
“Why didn’t they just kill him right
away?”
“We talked about it. Decided it would draw too much attention to kill a police chief. Figured an ex-police chief out in the freakin‘ boondocks someplace would go down easier. I think they thought the bomb would pulverize him and they’d never be able to get an I.D.”
“Wyoming cops I.D.‘d him,” Jesse
said. “How about Tammy?”
“Hasty was tapping her,” Jo Jo said.
“She wanted him to leave his wife and marry her. You know Hasty. He thinks he’s a leading freakin‘ citizen.
Can’t have that. So he told me to dump her.”
“Did he tell you to make it part of the pattern of the painted police car and the dead cat?”
“No, my idea. I had it in for you ever since you suckered me, in front of my ex.”
“I know. I knew you were pulling the
‘slut’ stuff and I knew why.”
“But you ‘couldn’t prove it. I
thought it would be cool to do her in a way made you look bad.”
“How about Lou Burke?” Jesse said.
Jo Jo smiled.
“Hasty wrote the damn suicide note. Didn’t trust me to.”
“Why’d you kill him?”
“Hasty said to. Said you were getting too dose. Said Lou would talk eventually. So I got him to meet me up on Indian Hill.
Told him it was Horsemen business. And I threw him over.”
Jesse was silent for a moment. Jo Jo was finally getting a chance to brag. He was telling the stories almost eagerly, as if they were interesting things that he’d done on vacation.
“I knew about Hasty and Tammy,” Jesse
said. “It was in her diary.”
Jo Jo shrugged.
“And Lou’s suicide note was
typewritten.”
“Couldn’t handwrite it,” Jo $o
said. “Be too easy to see it wasn’t
Burke’s writing.”
“Except Lou didn’t have a
typewriter,” Jesse said.
“Coulda typed it here.”
