Lutz was perfectly still as he listened.
Jesse let the tape roll to the end, and stopped it and hit rewind. Lutz was impassive.
“She seems to think you murdered Weeks and his girlfriend.”
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Lutz didn’t move.
“She was nice about it. She hesitated and lowered her eyes and licked her lower lip a lot, you know how she does, with the tip of her tongue. But very demurely and sweetly, pal, she fingered you for the murders.”
Lutz moved slightly. Jesse couldn’t tell if he was nodding his head or faintly rocking his whole upper body.
“Want to hear the tape again?” Jesse said.
Lutz shook his head. Jesse took a couple of eight-by-ten blowups of Hendricks and Lorrie that Suit had taken. He pushed them toward Lutz.
“You know the afternoons you spent with Lorrie recently in New York? She spent the nights with Alan Hendricks.”
Lutz made no move toward the photographs, but Jesse knew Lutz could see them from where he sat. He stared blankly toward them. Then without a preamble he stood and turned and walked out of Jesse’s office, and kept going. 2 5 8
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Molly came in with a paper plate, on which there were two apple turnovers.
“You didn’t want to hold him?” Molly said.
She put the paper plate in front of Jesse. Absently, Jesse picked up one of the turnovers.
“I got not one single piece of evidence that he has ever in his life committed a crime of any sort,” Jesse said. He took a bite of the turnover.
“His ex-wife says he could have done it,” Molly said. Jesse chewed and swallowed.
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“Yum, yum,” he said. “But she didn’t say that he did do it. Any defense attorney in America would listen to that tape and see that I led her to it.”
Jesse ate some more of the turnover.
“Plus,” Molly said, “if it came to that, he could argue that she did it, and she could insist that he did it, and that would create reasonable doubt.”
“So, no, I didn’t hold him,” Jesse said. “This is an excellent turnover. You get it at Daisy Dyke’s?”
“I baked it,” Molly said.
“Baked it?”
