“Why doesn’t Chief Stone ever meet with the press?”
“Doesn’t seem to want to,” Molly said.
“What about the public’s right to know?”
“Chief Stone is mostly about protect and serve,” Molly said.
“He doesn’t care about the public’s right to know?”
“Deeply,” Molly said. “He cares about that every bit as deeply as you do, Murray. As we all do.”
“Then why doesn’t he talk with us?”
“He likes to have me do it,” Molly answered. “He says I’m more fun. One more question?”
“What kinds of clues are you pursuing?”
“The ones we’ve got,” Molly said. “Thank you all very much.”
By the time Molly shoved her way through the reporters and got back to the station house, Jesse was there already.
“I saw you up back,” Molly said. “Do I get a raise for not directing them to you?”
“Better than that,” Jesse said. “You keep your job.”
“I hope the two-suspects thing didn’t get buried by the governor bullshit.”
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“There are enough reporters out there. A couple of them will recognize actual information,” Jesse said.
“Think it will get anything moving?”
“I don’t know. The tighter things feel,” Jesse said, “the more likely something is to come squeezing out.”
“As far as I can see, their best bet is to sit tight and do nothing.”
“That’s because you’re not feeling squeezed,” Jesse said.
“Except by the fucking press,” Molly said.
“I thought Irish Catholic mothers of four didn’t say
Molly smiled.
“We generally don’t,” Molly said. “On the other hand, we’re not ignorant of the phrase. There’s the four kids.”
“Worth remembering,” Jesse said. “Lutz at least knows I know he did it. I don’t know yet how much involvement she had.”
“I’m guessing a lot,” Molly said.
“Me too,” Jesse said.
“So when they read about suspects and leads and stuff, they’ll know we’re talking about them.”
“And maybe they won’t be smart enough to sit still and do nothing. The whole crime has already been overthought,”
Jesse said.
“The refrigerator and the corpse display?” Molly said. “That sort of thing?”
