They sat. Lutz picked up a foam coffee cup from the conference table and drank some.
“Must be something genetic,” Lutz said. “I’ve never had good coffee in a police station.”
“You ever on the job?” Jesse said.
“Baltimore,” Lutz said.
“Molly show you the pictures?”
“Yep. It’s Carey Longley.”
“Tell me about her,” Jesse said.
“Walton’s assistant. Been with him about a year.”
“They an item?” Jesse said.
“You mean did they fool around?”
“Yeah.”
“I ain’t here to gossip about Walton,” Lutz said, “or badmouth him, either. I worked for him eight years.”
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“Bodyguard.”
“Yeah.”
“Where were you this time?” Jesse said.
Lutz looked into his coffee cup for a moment. He shook his head.
“They went out without me,” he said.
“Deliberately?”
“Yeah. Walton told me to take the night off. He said he and Carey were going out.”
“That unusual?” Jesse said.
“Yes, he liked me to stay with him.”
“They say where they were going?” Jesse said.
“No.”
“She was ten weeks pregnant,” Jesse said. “Weeks was the father.”
Lutz looked at the surface of his coffee again.
“Okay,” he said. “That takes it out of the realm of gossip, I guess.”
“They an item?”
“Sure. A hot one. She was his girlfriend for a while before he hired her. I figured they were going off for some sort of romantic something, you know?”
“Anything wrong with the relationship?” Jesse said.
“Just that he had a wife,” Lutz said. “Carey and Walton seemed fine.”
