“Any idea why he waited so long?” Jesse said.
Lorrie looked faintly startled.
“So long?” she said.
“You married Weeks in 1990,” Jesse said.
“Conrad could be like that, very patient, very calculating, very cold.”
“But forceful and passionate,” Jesse said.
“Yes.”
“And having been patient and calculating all this time,”
Jesse said, “have you any thought as to what might have caused him to act now?”
“I . . . maybe it was because Walton was going to fire him.”
“You know that?”
“Walton mentioned to me that he was considering it.”
“He say why?” Jesse asked.
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“No. Just that he was thinking about it.”
“Once he didn’t have the good job,” Jesse said, “there would be no reason not to kill Weeks.”
“You know,” Lorrie said. “That sort of makes sense.”
“And the girl?”
“Maybe he had to because she saw him do it,” Lorrie said.
“Good thought,” Jesse said. “Have you seen much of him lately?”
“Not really, not since Walton died,” Lorrie said. Jesse nodded.
“Is there anything else you could tell us about all this?”
“It’s just that I never thought of Conrad,” she said.
“But now that you have?” Jesse said.
“I hate to even think it, but it makes a kind of sense.”
“Yes,” Jesse said. “It does.”
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How come you didn’t tell her how we saw her with Lutz and Hendricks, taking turns?” Suit said as they were drinking coffee with Rosa Sanchez near the station house on West 10th.
“We can always ask her later,” Jesse said. “I was sort of interested in how far she’d go with Lutz.”
