“What’s the scientific method?” Suit said.
“And you wonder why you’re not on the list,” Molly said. She finished her cruller.
“I don’t know why I bother to eat these,” she said. “I might as well apply them directly to my hips.”
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Sunny sat at the bar with Jesse in the Gray Gull. She put the pictures of Jenn and Timothy Patrick Lloyd on the bar.
“You recognize Jenn,” Sunny said. “The guy she’s with is the stalker.”
Jesse drank some scotch.
“Who she denies knowing,” he said.
“And who denies knowing her,” Sunny said.
Sunny looked at Jesse’s face as he stared down at the pictures. His face showed nothing. The couple in the pictures was embracing.
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“They are not strangers,” Jesse said.
“No.”
“You have a plan?” Jesse said.
“My plan was to see what you thought I should do.”
Jesse nodded. She wondered how it must feel for him, looking at the pictures of Jenn with another man. It wasn’t like a surprise, but it had to be painful, Sunny thought. She sipped her martini and looked at him over the rim. He was still looking at the pictures. His face was empty.
“I guess we need to confront her with these pictures,”
Jesse said.
“I can do that,” Sunny said.
“No,” Jesse said. “I need to do it.”
“Why?”
“It’ll be easier for her,” he said.
“For you to catch her in deceit instead of me?”
Jesse nodded.
“She’ll be less mortified,” he said.
Sunny didn’t say anything.
“Imagine if it were Richie,” Jesse said. “Wouldn’t you want to do it?”
“Proving that I’m crazy,” Sunny said, “doesn’t prove that you’re not.”
“I know.”
