car was parked in the row next to the one where the woman was killed at the Paradise Mall. A car that resembled their car, we didn’t get a number, was parked in the church lot where the guy got
killed coming home from the train. But we have no hard evidence. No ballistics, no prints, no eyewitness - God knows, no motive.”
“And you can’t just arrest them on cop-ly intuition?”
“Doesn’t seem fair, does it,”
Jesse said.
“So what will you do?”
“We’re excavating their past,”
Jesse said, “which seems to have
taken place in Cleveland. We’re trying to keep an eye on them twenty-four/seven.”
“You sound like that’s hard.”
“It is, in a small department in a small town. My guys haven’t
much experience.”
“You do.”
“Yes, I do,” Jesse said. “But I
can’t spend all day and night
keeping them under surveillance. I have to eat, to sleep, to conduct other police business, to fuck you.”
“Yes, fucking me is important.”
“Right now it seems like the only thing I’m any good at,” Jesse
said.
“Pays to specialize,” Marcy said.
“And if you’re fishing for a
compliment, you are very good.”
“Thank you.”
“State police can’t help with the
surveillance?” Marcy
said.
“They’ve taken over the routine night patrols for us,” Jesse
said.
“How about the gun, they must have a gun, if they buy
bullets.”
“We test-fired it,” Jesse said.
“The gun they own didn’t fire
the bullets that killed the victims.”
“So all you can do is watch and wait?”
“Maybe something will turn up in
Cleveland.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
“We do have one other small something.”
“Really?”
“They came out one night after supper and took pictures of my
home.”
“You saw them?”
“I tailed them there,” Jesse said.
“Well, what on earth …”
“Don’t know,” Jesse said.
“But they seem to have an interest in me and maybe we can encourage them to develop it.”
“Interest?” Marcy said “What
kind of interest.”
“Don’t know yet, but we know that they have one.”
“Both of them, you think?”
