the room.
“Jesse,” Abby said, “are you
really going to keep this boy
overnight?”
“I am,” Jesse said.
He turned his chair a little and looked at Bo.
“I want you to understand something,”
Jesse said. “You deny
knowing any of the people in those pictures. We will track them down and find out if that is true. If you are lying to us, you’d be
wise to say so now, with your attorney present.”
“I don’t know them,” Bo said.
“Okay, we’ll bring him over to district court first thing,”
Jesse said, “in case you want to be there.”
“Can’t you do something about
this?” Marino said to
Abby.
“Probably not,” Abby said, looking at her watch. “Especially
this late.”
“This is bullshit,” Marino said.
“I’m telling you, make it
happen.”
“Theoretically that’s possible,”
Abby said. “But in fact, at
this hour, I’m not going to find a judge and argue my case and have
him issue a writ, so, I’m sorry, but Bo will have to spend the
night.”
“Dad?”
“You little shit,” Marino said to Jesse.
“I’m not little,” Jesse said.
“I’m just not as fat as
you.”
Marino gave him a long stare.
“You didn’t have that badge,”
Marino said.
“Your kid said the same thing,” Jesse said. “Now unless you want
to spend the night here too, why don’t you and your attorney go
someplace and plan your brutality case.”
“She won’t be my attorney long,”
Marino said. “I’m going to find
somebody with a pair of balls.”
“By which you mean a man,” Abby said.
“Okay, since you asked, yeah. A man. I never seen a broad you
could count on when it was on the line.”
Jesse smiled.
“You’re right,” he said to
Marino, “she won’t be your attorney
long.”
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Marino had left with Abby, and Bo was in the four-cell lockup in
the back of the station. It was after six and getting dark when Molly came into Jesse’s office with a pizza and a six-pack of Coors. She put the pizza on the desk. She separated out two cans of beer, set them on the desk next to the pizza, and put the rest in the little refrigerator where Jesse kept spring water.
