a homicide,” Jesse said.
“Well,” Suit said.
“Yeah.”
44
They sat together on the couch in the living room with their feet up on the coffee table. It was so still that they could hear the small click of the ice maker in their freezer. On the far horizon was the low profile of an oil tanker heading toward Chelsea Creek.
“Looking at the water,” he said,
“it’s like you can see
eternity.”
With her head resting against his shoulder, she said,
“You
always say that.”
“Well, it’s always so.”
“It’s always so, for you,” she
said.
“You and I are one and the same,” he said.
She was quiet. The oil tanker disappeared behind the coastline curve to the east.
“Do you think the cop will forget about us after the gun doesn’t
match?” he said.
“He was so polite,” she said. “I
thought he was
nice.”
“In an odd way, I hope he doesn’t forget about
us.”
“Makes it more exciting?” she said.
“I guess so,” he said.
“What if he catches us?”
“You think he’s going to catch us? Him and his bumpkin
buddy?”
“He didn’t seem to know very
much,” she said. “Actually I think
we sort of intimidated them.”
“I know,” he said. “Did you see
how stiff the big one was
sitting by the door?”
The ocean was empty now, stretching out from the empty beach below them. They watched its blue gray movement and the scatter of whitecaps where the wind ruffled the surface.
“They can’t find out anything from the gun,” she
said.
“Of course not,” he said. “We
haven’t even fired the damn
thing.”
“I know. I just worry sometimes.”
“Do you really think some flatfooted cop has a chance against
us? You and me?”
“He didn’t seem so stupid to
me,” she said, “more like he was
polite.”
“He was looking at your ass, for God’s sake.”
She smiled and banged her head gently against his shoulder.
“See, I told you he wasn’t
stupid.”
