They were quiet for a moment, listening to nothing on the phone line between them.
“Doesn’t mean we won’t have a nice night,” Sunny said.
“No,” Jesse said. “It doesn’t.”
“One night at a time,” Sunny said.
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Late night?” Molly said.
Jesse nodded.
“How’s Sunny,” Molly said.
She was sitting with Jesse in his office, a notebook open in her lap.
“Very good,” Jesse said.
“I like her,” Molly said.
“Me too,” Jesse said.
“You want my opinion on the two of you?”
“No.”
“I think you’d be perfect together,” Molly said. R O B E R T B . P A R K E R
“What’s in your notebook?” Jesse said.
Molly smiled, mostly to herself, and looked down at her notebook.
“ME found some interesting stuff,” Molly said.
Jesse waited.
“They’ll have a formal report for us later,” Molly said,
“but here’s what they know now.”
Jesse waited.
“Aren’t you even going to say, ‘What? What?’ ” Molly said. Jesse looked at her.
“Okay,” she said. “First off, the bullets that killed her match the ones that killed Weeks.”
Jesse nodded.
“Second off, she was ten weeks pregnant.”
Jesse nodded again.
“Third off,” Molly said, “they did a DNA match. Weeks was the father.”
“That all?” Jesse said.
“You bastard,” Molly said. “No, that’s not all. Fourth off, she was killed about the same time Weeks was.”
“With the same gun,” Jesse said. “While carrying his child.”
