She put the folder on the desk. Jesse poured water into the coffeemaker and turned it on.
“Any surprises?” he said.
“A little one,” Molly said. “They ID’d the body.”
R O B E R T B . P A R K E R
Jesse sat at his desk.
“Anybody we know?” he said.
Molly smiled.
“Walton Weeks,” Molly said.
“The talk-show guy?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jesse said.
“Can you say national media?”
Jesse nodded.
“Walton Weeks,” he said.
Molly nodded.
“Well,” she said, “if somebody had to go.”
“I never listened to him,” Jesse said.
Molly said, “I never agreed with him about anything.”
“Doesn’t make him a bad person,” Jesse said.
Molly smiled.
“No,” she said. “Come to think of it, I agree with my hus band about very little, either.”
“Let’s not share any personal views with the national media.”
Molly drew herself to attention.
“Protect and serve,” she said.
“That would be us,” Jesse said.
He picked up the yellow folder and looked at the cover. Molly had labeled it walton weeks. Jesse sighed.
“It’ll be worse than the serial killings,” Molly said.
“The media? Yes, it will. This guy’s a national figure.”
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H I G H P R O F I L E
“What was he doing here?” Molly said.
“Molly,” Jesse said. “I just found out who he is.”
