here when it receded.”
“If you’re right,” Perkins said,
“it probably washed away pretty
much any evidence might be lying around.”
“We’ll close the beach,” Jesse
said, “and go over
it.”
“It’s November, Jesse,” Simpson
said. “Nobody uses it
anyway.”
“This guy did,” Jesse said.
3
When he left the beach, Jesse called Marcy Campbell on his cell
phone.
“I’m up early fighting crime,”
Jesse said. “Got time for
breakfast?”
“It’s seven-thirty in the
morning,” Marcy said. “What if I’d
been asleep?”
“You’d be dreaming of me. When’s
your first
appointment.”
“I’m showing a house on Paradise Neck at eleven,” Marcy
said.
“I’ll come by for you.”
“I’m just out of the shower,”
Marcy said. “I’m not even
dressed.”
“Good,” Jesse said.
“I’ll hurry.”
Sitting across from Jesse in the Indigo Apple Cafe at 8:15, Marcy was completely put together. Her platinum hair was perfectly in place. Her makeup was flawless.
“You got ready pretty fast,” Jesse said.
“Crime busters float my boat,” Marcy said.
“What are you doing
so early.”
“Found a body on the beach,” Jesse said.
“Town beach?”
“Yes. He’d been shot twice.”
“My God,” Marcy said. “Who was
it.”
“Don’t know yet,” Jesse said.
“ME is looking at him
now.”
“Do you get help on major crimes like that?”
“If we need it,” Jesse said.
“Oh dear,” Marcy said.
“I’ve stepped on a
prickle.”
“We’re a pretty good little operation here,” Jesse said.
“Admittedly we don’t have all the resources of a big department.
