again?” she said.
“I don’t know. Try not to be alone with them. Call me whenever
you need me.”
She nodded silently.
“Thank you,” she said.
Jesse smiled at her.
“You and me, babe,” he said.
18
Healy came in without knocking and sat down in Jesse’s
office.
“You called?” he said.
Jesse nodded. “Thanks for coming by,” he said.
“Not a sacrifice,” Healy said.
“You know I live up this
way.”
“We had a couple of murders,” Jesse said.
“I heard,” Healy said.
“Sent the slugs over to state forensics and your people tell me
they came from the same guns.”
“Guns?”
“Yeah. Both victims shot twice, one each from two guns.”
Healy frowned. “Two shooters?” he said.
“Or one shooter who wants us to think it was two.”
“Links between the victims?” Healy said.
“We can’t find any,” Jesse said.
“They both live here?”
“Along with twenty thousand other people.”
Healy nodded slowly.
“Well, you know how to do this,” Healy said. “I am not going to
ask you a lot of dumb questions.”
“All we got is four bullets,” Jesse said.
“Twenty-twos.”
“That’ll narrow it down for
you,” Healy said.
“People use a twenty-two because they don’t know one gun from
another and that’s what they could get hold of,”
Jesse
said.
“Or they are good at it,” Healy said.
“And like the twenty-two
because it’s not as noisy and makes less of a mess.”
“And maybe because they like to show off.”
“These people seem like they can shoot?”
“They put both bullets right in the same place,” Jesse said.
“Both victims. Either shot would have killed them.”
“So we gotta look for the guns,” Healy said.
“It’s a start.”
“How many twenty-two-caliber firearms would you guess are out
there in this great land?”
“Let’s assume a couple things,”
Jesse said. “Let’s assume
there’s two shooters. It’s more likely than one shooter, two
