“How can you know?”
Crow grinned at her.
“It’s an Apache thing,” he said.
“And my husband?”
“You’ll continue to love him, and the kids,” Crow said.
Molly sipped her gimlet.
My God!
“You ever sleep with an Indian?” Crow said.
“No.”
Crow grinned again.
“And I never slept with a cop,” he said.
“And would we do this where?” Molly said. “Behind the lobster pots? In the car?”
“Sea Spray Inn,” Crow said. “I have a suite.”
Molly nodded.
“Would you like to have dinner and think about it?” Crow said.
Molly shook her head slowly. She was aware of her breathing. Aware of her pulse. Looking straight at Crow, she took a long, slow breath. She let it out slowly. Then she smiled.
“I prefer to eat afterwards,” she said.
Crow nodded. He took a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and put it on the table. Then they stood up and left.
57.
Jesse was drinking coffee at his desk at 7:30 in the morning when Healy came in.
“I thought when you made captain you didn’t have to get up so early,” Jesse said.
“By the time you make captain,” Healy said, “you been getting up early for so long, you can’t change the habit.”
He poured himself some coffee and sat down across the desk from Jesse.
“Solve any homicides recently?” Healy said.
“No,” Jesse said.
“Me either,” Healy said. “I had one of our accounting guys look into the Fiedlers’ financial situation for you.”
“And?”
“They have a net worth of two hundred eighty-eight thousand dollars,” Healy said.
“Including their house?” Jesse said. “Their house must be worth three million.”
“Almost none of it equity,” Healy said. “There’s two mortgages on it.”
“They are supposed to be one of the wealthiest families in town,” Jesse said.
“I remembered you telling me that,” Healy said. “So I told the accountant to poke around a little. According to what he got from the IRS and God knows where else, the accountant says that ten years ago they had a net worth in the area of fifty million.”
