sound?” he said.
62.
Crow strolled into Jesse’s office and sat down.
“You know this town better than I do,” Crow said. “Is there any place worse to meet someone secretly than the middle of the causeway?”
“The causeway to the Neck?”
“In the middle,” Crow said.
“I can’t think of any place worse,” Jesse said.
Crow nodded thoughtfully. Jesse waited.
“Got a message on my cell,” Crow said. “From Amber Francisco. Says she’s run off from your place and is in trouble and needs my help.”
Jesse nodded.
“Says she wants to meet me in the middle of the causeway as soon as possible,” Crow said. “And I should call her back and let her know.”
“You didn’t talk to her live,” Jesse said.
“Not yet,” Crow said. “What’s it sound like to you?”
“You’re being set up,” Jesse said.
He picked up the phone and called Molly.
“Where’s Amber,” he said.
“In the bedroom,” Molly said.
“Can you see her?”
“No,” Molly said. “The door’s closed.”
“Go open it,” Jesse said.
“Something up?”
“Just go look, Moll.”
There was no conversation for a moment, and then Molly came back on the line.
“She’s in there,” Molly said.
“Okay,” Jesse said. “Don’t let her out of your sight.”
“She’s currently bitching about privacy.”
“Let her shut the bedroom door,” Jesse said. “Have Suit move around so he can watch the windows of the bedroom and the bath. You stay where you can watch the bedroom door. Everywhere else, you keep her in sight.”
“What’s going on?” Molly said.
“I’m not sure,” Jesse said. “Just don’t nod off.”
He broke the connection and buzzed Arthur at the front desk.
“Who’s on patrol?” Jesse said.
“Maguire and Friedman,” Arthur said.
