street?”
“It’s a tow zone on both sides of the road,” Simpson
said.
“Side road.”
“In theory,” Simpson said,
“that’s resident parking
only.”
“How often do we enforce that?”
“Not often,” Simpson said.
“But they don’t know that,”
Jesse said.
“So anything they did with the rental car would risk drawing
attention, which, obviously, they needed to avoid.”
“Or they parked it at the mall, earlier in the day,” Jesse said.
“And took cabs.”
Simpson said, “You think they’re dumb enough to take a
cab?”
“They think they are brilliant,” Jesse said. “And they think
we’re stupid.”
“So they could have.”
“Yes.”
“Paradise Taxi is the only one in town,”
Simpson
said.
“Go see them,” Jesse said.
“Now?”
“Now.”
When Suit was gone, Jesse swung his chair around and put his feet up on the sill of his back window and looked out at the fire trucks parked in front of the fire station. The phone rang. Jesse answered.
“Captain Healy,” Molly said, “on
line two.”
“Bullets match,” Healy said.
“The one they took out of Anthony?”
“Yep. And the ones that were trapped in your vest.”
“We knew they would,” Jesse said.
“How about the car rental
companies.”
“The rental companies are an air ball,”
Healy said. “We checked
in a fifty-mile radius, including Logan Airport. Nobody named Lincoln rented a car.”
“How about the ones that deliver?”
“You thought of that, too,” Healy said.
“We’re a small department,”
Jesse said. “But we try
hard.”
“There’s only two companies in the
fifty-mile radius that
deliver,” Healy said. “Neither one of them has delivered to
Paradise.”
“You get any print matches from their condo?” Jesse
said.
“Nope. They’re not in the system that we can find. You know it’s
