“Perhaps the crimes are related,” Molly said.
“Good thinking,” Jesse said. “They have an ID on her?”
“No. Fingerprints aren’t in the system.”
“Or they are and the system lost them,” Jesse said.
“Wow, that’s cynical.”
“I been doing this for a while,” Jesse said.
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“Oh, for heaven’s sakes, Jesse. You’re not much older than I am,” Molly said.
“But a lot uglier,” Jesse said.
“True,” Molly said. “I called the Langham. They tell me Weeks had a one-bedroom suite and two other rooms.”
“Who was in the other rooms?”
“Lutz the bodyguard,” Molly said. “And a woman named Carey Longley.”
“Get the bodyguard in here,” Jesse said.
“He’s coming in today,” Molly said.
“Okay, get some pictures of her from Peter Perkins. We’ll see if Lutz knows her.”
“She doesn’t look so good,” Molly said.
“It’s as good as she’s going to,” Jesse said.
Molly nodded. She closed her notebook and stood and walked to the door. With her hand on the knob, she stopped and turned and looked at him.
“You know I love you, Jesse.”
“As much as your husband and four kids?” Jesse said.
“No. But you’re next.”
Jesse smiled.
“Close enough,” he said.
“You deserve Sunny Randall,” Molly said.
“Not Jenn?” Jesse said.
“You deserve to be happy.”
“And you don’t think Jenn will make me happy?”
“How’s it been going so far,” Molly said.
Jesse nodded slowly.
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