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“A hazard of police work,” Jesse said.
“Makes you get sort of distrustful,” Suit said. Molly broke a small piece off a glazed cruller.
“You think?” she said, and put the piece of cruller in her mouth.
“So what we do have is that Mrs. Weeks knows her husband is planning to divorce her. She is intimate with the man who will continue the franchise after her husband’s death.”
“You’re sure Stephanie’s not just being catty?” Molly said.
“Isn’t catty a sexist concept?” Jesse said.
“It is,” Molly said. “You’re sure she’s not?”
“I talked with Hendricks. They were doing something,”
Jesse said.
“But if he divorces her,” Suit says, “then she loses control of the franchise.”
“Which might mean she loses Hendricks,” Molly said.
“Or Hendricks doesn’t get the job when Weeks dies.”
Jesse nodded.
“Or both,” he said.
“Carey and the unborn child get it all?” Molly said.
“I would assume,” Jesse said.
“So there’s some pretty good motive here,” Suit said. Jesse nodded. No one said anything for a moment. Then Molly said, “But?”
“But can you see them doing it?”
“I don’t even know them,” Molly said.
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She ate another small piece of cruller. Jesse smiled. Jenn used to eat something in small pieces so it wouldn’t be fattening.
“Bergdorf’s sophisticate, adult Ivy Leaguer,” Jesse said.
“Princeton probably. They could shoot a couple of people maybe. But transport them to a house with a walk-in refrigerator and store them there, then haul them out and hang one up and toss the other in a Dumpster?”
“Don’t seem like people who would be that aware of the effects of ambient temperature on a corpse,” Molly said.
“That’s right,” Jesse said.
“But Lutz would,” Suit said.
“That’s right,” Jesse said.
“But he’s got no motive,” Suit said.
