“And you don’t know why,” Sunny said.
“No. Do you?”
“No,” Sunny said. “We’re working on it.”
“We?”
“My shrink and I,” Sunny said.
“Oh God,” Jenn said. “I spend half my salary on shrinks.”
“If at first you don’t succeed,” Sunny said.
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Healy sat in Jesse’s office with his hat on and one foot against the edge of Jesse’s desk.
“Okay,” Healy said. “You were right. It’s Weeks’s blood and the girl’s.”
“Carey Longley.”
“Yes.”
“So they were killed there,” Jesse said. “Or somewhere, and put in there, and kept cold.”
“So we have no real idea when they were killed,” Healy said.
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“Which means everybody’s alibi is essentially meaningless,” Jesse said.
“Which is probably why they were cold-stored in the first place,” Healy said.
“Somebody knew what they were doing,” Jesse said.
“They just kept them cold and didn’t freeze them. The ME
would have been able to tell that they’d been frozen.”
“Remember it sounded like Lutz was establishing an alibi sitting in the lobby and such.”
Jesse nodded.
“How would he know when we’d decide they died?” Jesse said.
“He wouldn’t,” Healy said.
“So I guess he just likes to hang around hotels,” Jesse said.
“I guess,” Healy said.
“And I guess we’ll have to reinterview everybody with the new understanding that we don’t know when they died.”
“Looks like,” Healy said.
“Might dig them up,” Jesse said.
“Might. If the Weeks estate would let you.”
