liaison.”
“You’ll need an office, and a
phone,” Jesse said. “You can set
up in the squad room.”
Molly came into the office without knocking. She was holding a business card. Her eyes looked heavy. She put the card on Jesse’s
desk.
“There’s a reporter from one of those national talk shows,”
Molly said. “Wants to interview you.”
“No,” Jesse said.
He didn’t look at the card. Molly smiled.
“He won’t like this,” Molly
said. “He’s kind of pleased that
he’s famous.”
“There’s a press briefing every
morning,” Jesse said. “Tell him
where and when.”
Molly nodded and went out.
“Press don’t like being
stonewalled,” Vargas
said.
“Who does.”
“They can say bad things about you,”
Vargas said.
“Who can’t,” Jesse said.
Vargas grinned.
“Don’t seem too media savvy,” he
said.
“My people are beginning to sag,” Jesse said. “How soon can we
get some patrol help?”
“Tonight,” Vargas said.
“Good,” Jesse said. “How close
is Healy to getting me a list of
people who’ve bought twenty-two firearms or ammo?”
“I’ll check,” Vargas said.
“Those records aren’t always
immaculate, and even if they were, people get guns from a lot of places.”
“I need whatever he’s got,”
Jesse said.
Molly stuck her head in the door again.
“Jenn,” she said, “on line one.
You want to take
it?”
Jesse nodded.
“Sit tight,” he said to Vargas.
“I’ll only be a
minute.”
He picked up the phone and punched line one and said,
“Hi.”
“Was that woman that got killed the one you used to date?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, Jesse, I’m so sorry.”
