“But you’re talking with me?”
“You know anyway.”
Jesse nodded. Outside Jesse’s window some firemen were polishing one of the trucks. Their voices sounded happy.
“I don’t want a divorce,” Vivian said.
She was looking at her right hand, as if she were checking the polish on her fingernails.
“We been together a long time,” she said. “We went to high school together.”
“Hard to walk away from that,” Jesse said.
“He didn’t used to hit me.”
“Is it booze?” Jesse said.
“Mostly. He usually won’t hit me unless he’s drinking.”
“Any kids in the house?”
“No. We never had kids.”
Outside the window one of the firemen whooped with laughter.
“You want to bring charges against your husband?” Jesse said.
“I don’t know what to do,” Vivian said.
Jesse was still. She’d get to it.
“I’m fifty-three years old, and I drunk too much for twenty years, and I’m fat and stupid and I look like shit.”
Jesse made a neutral gesture with one hand.
“I got no kids,” Vivian said.
Jesse nodded.
“I got no money. I got no education.”
Jesse nodded.
“Last job I had was waitressing at a pancake house in Lakeville.”
Jesse stayed still and waited.
“I lose Jerry, what the fuck have I got?” she said, and began to cry.
“A rock and a hard place,” Jesse said.
Molly appeared at the open door and looked in. Jesse shook his head slightly and Molly went away. Vivian sat with her head down and cried aloud. After a time she got her breathing under control and raised her face.
“Maybe you could talk to him,” she said.
“I could do that,” Jesse said.
“I don’t know what else to do,” Vivian said.
“You and your husband ever been in counseling?”
“You mean a shrink?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not talking to nobody,” she said.
“Except me,” Jesse said. “Shrinks are all crazy anyway,” she said. She was crying again. Jesse sighed and nodded slowly.
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll talk to him.”
Chapter Thirty-one
“This is Molly Crane,” Jesse said. “Lilly Summers.”
“Nice to meet you,” Molly said.
“And you,” Lilly said.
She nodded at Jesse.
“How is he to work for?”
“Needs a lot of attention,” Molly said.
“He does,” Lilly said, “doesn’t he.”
They walked past the desk and into the corridor. To the left was Jesse’s office. Straight ahead was the squad room. To the right was the line of four holding cells.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a jail cell,” Lilly said. “They don’t look very tempting.”
