“You guard him twenty-four-seven?” Jesse said.
“No. In New York, he lives in a secure building. I’d drive him when he went out, but when he was home I was off duty, so to speak.”
“When he traveled?” Jesse said.
“When he traveled I went with him. Stayed next door. But when he was in for the night, I was off.”
“Know anything useful?” Jesse said.
“Guy’s a bodyguard and his clients die,” Lutz said, “it doesn’t make him look good. Besides which, I worked for the guy eight years. So before I came up to see you, I checked a little. Nobody at the front door remembers getting them a cab. Nobody at the concierge desk remembers arranging anything. No car rental, no limo, no dinner reservation, no theater tickets, nothing.”
“And people would remember,” Jesse said.
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“Walton was pretty well-known,” Lutz said.
“Anyone remember them coming out of the hotel?”
“One doorman said he thought they headed up Franklin Street.” Lutz smiled. “It wasn’t Walton so much. Doorman says he was watching Carey’s ass.”
“Any people I should talk to about Weeks?” Jesse said.
“Sure,” Lutz said. “I don’t know everyone, but I can give you a few names to start with.”
“You think of any Paradise connection?” Jesse said. “For either of them?”
“Only reason I ever heard of the place,” Lutz said, “was that serial killing thing you had up here a while back.”
“Either Carey or Walton ever mention the town?”
“Nope.”
“You have any theory,” Jesse said, “about why they died, or why they ended up here?”
“None,” Lutz said.
“That makes two of us,” Jesse said.
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Could you join me with the governor’s guy?” Jesse said to Molly as he walked to his office.
“Always best to have a witness,” Molly said.
The man in Jesse’s office didn’t stand when they came in. He was maybe fifty. He wore black wingtipped shoes, a dark suit, a red tie, and a white shirt with a collar pin. His sandy hair was newly cut and parted on the left.
“Richard Kennfield,” he said. “From Governor Forbes. Didn’t she tell you I was waiting?”
“Officer Crane?” Jesse said. “Yes, she told me.”
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Jesse sat behind his desk and, pushing the chair back, put one foot on an open bottom drawer.
