guns.”
“Yeah,” Healy said.
“And let’s assume that the shooters are from
Paradise.”
“Because both vies are from Paradise,”
Healy
said.
“No wonder you made captain,” Jesse said.
“So we get a list of everyone in Massachusetts who owns a
twenty-two,” Healy said.
“Or bought twenty-two ammunition.”
“And we cross-reference anyone who lives in Paradise,” Healy
said.
“And then maybe we’ve got some
suspects,” Jesse
said.
“If the shooters bought in Massachusetts,”
Healy said. “And if
the gun store did the paperwork, and if we didn’t lose it in the
computer, and if they live in Paradise.”
“Hell, we’ve got them cornered,”
Jesse said. “Can your people do
the clerical work?”
“Am I the homicide commander?” Healy said.
“Can they do it fast?”
“I am the homicide commander.
I am not
God.”
“I thought they were the same thing,”
Jesse said.
“Think how disappointed I am,” Healy said.
“It’ll be a long
process.”
“How long?”
“Long,” Healy said.
They were silent for a moment.
“I got a bad little thought,” Jesse said.
“About the two guns?” Healy said.
“Each vie shot the same way,
in the same spot, either shot kills them?”
Jesse nodded.
“Be good if you could speed the process up,” Jesse
said.
“Do what I can,” Healy said.
They were silent, looking at each other.
“You used to play ball,” Healy said after a time.
“Yeah, Albuquerque,” Jesse said.
“I was with Binghamton,” Healy said.
“Eastern
League.”
“You get a sniff at the show?”
