it?”
“I think the other kids won’t let
her.”
“Some of them will be kind,” Marcy said.
“And some of them won’t,” Jesse
said.
“And you can’t protect her.”
“No,” Jesse said. “I
can’t.”
“Well,” Marcy said. “You did
what you could, you closed the
case.”
“You been hanging around with me too long,” Jesse said. “You’re
starting to talk like a cop.”
“Or at least like you,” Marcy said.
“I’m a cop,” Jesse said.
“I know.”
“Sometimes I think that’s all I am,
everything I
am.”
“There are worse things,” Marcy said.
Jesse smiled at her.
“Like serial killing?” Jesse said.
“That would be worse,” Marcy said.
“Are you getting anywhere
with that?”
“Yes and no,” Jesse said. “I
know who they are. I can’t prove
it.”
“Who are they?”
“A couple, live over in the Seascape condos.”
“By Preston Beach,” she said.
“Yep.”
“What are their names.”
“Tony and Brianna Lincoln,” Jesse said.
“My God,” Marcy said. “I think I
showed them a house
once.”
“Recently?”
“No, maybe three years ago. Before they bought their condo.”
“Form any impressions?”
“No, yes, actually, I did. They were a pleasure. You know, you
bring a husband and wife to look at property and they usually are on each other’s case the whole trip. The Lincolns were great, really together. I remember thinking how nice it is to see that.
He’s not scornful of her questions about the house. She doesn’t
smirk at me when he speaks. They acted like people who liked each other and respected each other’s ideas.”
Jesse laughed a little.
“Still do,” he said.
“And you know it’s them?”
“There’s some evidence. They own
twenty-two ammunition. Their
