both.”
Jesse nodded.
“Might be a connection,” Jesse said.
“Maybe the wife?” Suit said. “Jealous?”
“Maybe,” Jesse said.
They ate for a moment in silence, watching Daisy talk to the reporter on camera.
“You know the one thing is bothering me?” Jesse said.
“Just one?” Suit said.
“One of many,” Jesse said. “They, together, had an appointment with Dr. Levy two weeks before they were killed. And they didn’t show up.”
“No cancellation?”
“No. Just never appeared. Levy’s office called them and no one answered.”
“Where’d they call?” Suit said.
“Hotel,” Jesse said.
“Here? In Boston?”
“Yeah, the Langham.”
“Except for the time,” Suit said, “you’d think that was because they were dead.”
“You would,” Jesse said.
“Except the ME says it was only a few days before we found them,” Suit said.
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“You mean somebody maybe tried to fool us?”
“I don’t mean anything, Suit. I’m grabbing at every straw that floats past. I want to know how long they were at the Langham. I want to know when they were last seen.”
“Didn’t Lutz say he’d seen them last walking up Franklin Street,” Suit said.
“He said the doorman had seen them walking up Franklin Street,” Jesse said. “And, you know, he never exactly said when that was.”
“I could ask him,” Suit said.
“Let’s just keep track of him for now,” Jesse said, “while I give it all some thought.”
“We could have some pie,” Suit said, “while you were doing that.”
“I’ll need the energy,” Jesse said.
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Jesse sat on the edge of Marcy Campbell’s desk while she ran through her files.
