“No.”
“No money?”
“Not enough,” Jesse said. “That was going to go to the woman who died with him, and their unborn son.”
“Jesus Christ,” Rosa said. “A motive.”
“Sounds like one,” Jesse said.
“But?”
“But I need to figure out where Lutz is in this,” Jesse said.
“I doubt that she could have done it alone. And why in hell would he do it for her?”
“He’s been seeing her,” Suit said.
“So has Hendricks,” Jesse said.
“Who’s Hendricks,” Rosa said.
Jesse told her.
“He got something going with what’shername Lorrie?”
Rosa said.
“So I’m told.”
“And we got our pictures,” Suit said.
“Suit did the photography,” Jesse said. “He’s very proud.”
“A job worth doing . . .” Suit said.
“You think he’s in?” Rosa said.
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“Hendricks? Don’t know. Can’t rule him out.”
Rosa took a card from her purse and gave it to Jesse. “You guys need me again, call. Deputy superintendent says I’m yours when you need me, unless something comes up.”
“Thanks, Rosa,” Jesse said.
“It was a pleasure watching you work in the interview, smooth, pleasant, keep her talking, show her a way to look good, and, if she’s guilty, throw the blame someplace else,”
Rosa said. “You’re pretty good.”
“Thanks for noticing,” Jesse said.
“She may have killed her husband and his girlfriend and their unborn child,” Rosa said. “And she might have two male accomplices, and she might be bopping them both.”
“And she looks like a charity-ball trophy wife,” Jesse said.
“Appearances can be deceiving,” Rosa said.
“But not forever,” Jesse said.
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