“Would it have been apparent that she thought so six months ago?” Jesse said.
“What are you getting at?” Nolan said.
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Jesse smiled and shrugged.
“I’m just floundering,” Jesse said. “You know, small-town cop in over my head.”
“I’m sure you’re doing your best,” Gates said.
Jesse looked grateful.
“So did Lorrie and Alan get along okay?”
“Yes,” Nolan said. “Of course.”
“How well?” Jesse said.
Nolan looked away.
Gates said, “Are you implying something?”
“To imply something,” Jesse said, “you have to know something. I’m just trying to learn.”
“I doubt that either Tom or I could speak to their private lives,” Gates said.
“And the question of how well did they get along,” Jesse said, “is about their private lives?”
“I didn’t say that,” Gates said.
“How about Lorrie and Walton?” Jesse said.
Nolan looked at Gates again. Gates was silent.
Then he said, “You’re a pretty good small-town cop.”
Jesse smiled.
“Well,” he said. “I am the chief.”
Gates nodded.
“How were Mr. and Mrs. Weeks getting on?” Jesse said.
“May we be off the record here?”
“No,” Jesse said. “I won’t talk about anything to the press. But if I have evidence, I will share it with the DA.”
“But no press.”
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“Not from me,” Jesse said.
Gates nodded again. Jesse waited.
“Walton asked me to refer him to a divorce lawyer,” Gates said.
“He did?” Nolan said.
