“This Walton Weeks thing is burying me,” Jesse said.
“I know. It’s okay. I’ll take care of Jenn.”
“We need to know if she actually was raped.”
“I know.”
“I can’t get away from the Weeks thing.”
“I’ll find out about the rape,” Sunny said.
“Could the stalker be someone different than the rapist?”
Jesse said.
“Seems crazy,” Sunny said.
“Why would she refuse to ID him if he was the rapist?”
Sunny was looking at the harbor, too.
“Don’t know,” she said.
“Didn’t she tell us the rapist was stalking her?”
“She told you that,” Sunny said.
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“And she told me she didn’t know him before the rape.”
“Yes.”
“But that she recognized him as the rapist when he was stalking her.”
“Yes,” Sunny said.
“Any sign of anyone else stalking her?”
“No.”
“You have a plan?” Jesse said.
“Spike and I have been discussing one,” Sunny said.
“We want her safe,” Jesse said. “But we want him for the rape, too.”
“I know. If Spike had a talk with him, I’m sure he’d stop with the stalking. But, like you, I don’t want to scare him away. I want to know what’s going on.”
“Maybe you could get them in a room together,” Jesse said.
“That’s what Spike and I are talking about.”
“And?” Jesse said.
“I need to know she can do it. That it won’t traumatize her worse than she already has been.”
“If she was traumatized at all,” Jesse said.
“Something happened,” Sunny said. “I may not know her like you do . . . but something happened.”
“Yes,” Jesse said. “I think so, too.”
