“No lawyer on your list,” Suit said. “Maybe the manager’s a lawyer, too.”
“Maybe,” Jesse said. “When you talk to them, see if there’s a lawyer.”
“Okay.”
“Any of the wives coming up here?”
“I don’t know,” Suit said. “None of them said they were.”
“Anybody been arranging for a funeral?” Jesse said.
“The wife,” Suit said. “Soon as the ME releases the body.”
“That would be Lorrie,” Jesse said.
“Yeah.”
Jesse nodded. They were quiet for a time.
Then Suit said, “There’s stuff bothering me.”
“Like not knowing who did it?” Jesse said.
“Yeah,” Suit said. “That. But this guy’s a big famous public figure, you know. And nobody knows why he’s up here.”
Jesse nodded.
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“I mean, there’s nothing in the papers about him going to give a speech. Guy as famous as him, you always see stuff in the papers. His bodyguard don’t even know why he’s here.”
“Or says he doesn’t,” Jesse said.
“And another thing,” Suit said. “I can’t think of a way to attract more attention to this case. Kill them at the same time. Save the bodies. Then hang the famous one on a tree. And wait awhile, and put the other one in a Dumpster.”
Jesse smiled.
“Surprise,” he said. “The press is all over it.”
“For crissake,” Suit said. “It’s like the guy wants publicity.”
“That bothers me, too,” Jesse said.
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Jay Wade had longish blond hair that he combed straight back. His eyes behind the aviator-style glasses were pale blue. His jaw was firm.
“You still see Jenn?” he said.
“Yes.”
“You two together again?”
“No.”
