at the relentless cluster of media. It was about a ten-hour drive to Toronto if you went out the thruway and crossed near Buffalo.
They could have gone up 81 through Watertown, about the same distance. He’d check with customs. But the border was an easy one,
and an attractive couple driving a Volvo wagon wasn’t too likely to
be questioned. There were 2.3 million people in Toronto. It wasn’t
exactly like having them cornered. Jesse tapped the desktop with his fingertips. Molly came in with two cups of coffee.
“Two?” Jesse said.
“One for you,” she said. “One
for Captain Healy.”
Jesse glanced past Molly toward the doorway.
“I saw him parking outside,” Molly said.
“I figured he wasn’t
coming to see me.”
She put one cup down in front of Jesse, and one cup on the edge
of the desk near the guest chair, and went back to the front desk.
In about thirty seconds Healy came in.
Jesse pointed at the second cup.
“Coffee,” he said.
Healy hung his coat on a rack in the corner, sat down, and picked up the coffee.
“You run a hell of a department,” he said.
Jesse nodded. They both sipped some coffee. When he had swallowed and put his cup down, Healy said, “Mr. and Mrs.
Arlington
Lamont reserved a room at the Four Seasons Hotel in Toronto and guaranteed it with their American Express card.”
“They check in?”
“Yep.”
“They there now?” Jesse said.
“Nope,” Healy said.
He grinned.
“Toronto cops went there a half hour ago and picked them up,” he
said.
Jesse had the same feeling he’d had with Dix. His chest
expanded. He pulled in a large amount of clean air. He exhaled slowly through his nose. Then he reached across the desk and put his clenched fist out toward Healy. Healy tapped it with his own.
“I think I’ll go up,” Jesse
said. “See how they’re
doing.”
74
Mr and Mrs. Lamont were being held at Division 52 on the west end of Dundas Street, near the lake. Jesse stood outside an interview room with a sergeant of detectives named Gordon. There was a one-way glass window. Behind it Jesse could see the Lamonts sitting at one side of a table, holding hands. There was a uniformed Toronto policeman with them, leaning on the wall.
“They give you any trouble when you picked them up?” Jesse
said.
“Nope. Peaceful and innocent,” Gordon said. “Officer, there
must be some mistake.”
“They killed five people in my
town,” Jesse
said.
“Lotta pressure on you,” Gordon said.
“One of them was a woman I went out with.”
“Lotta pressure,”
Gordon said.
