“Maybe likes the work,” Suit said.
“Maybe he owes a guy a favor,” Perkins said.
“Maybe he blew the twenty million,” Angstrom said.
Jesse shook his head.
“No,” he said. “Crow didn’t blow the twenty million.”
“How do you know,” Arthur said.
“He wouldn’t,” Jesse said. “Why don’t you call around to some local rental agencies, see if he rented a car.”
“Maybe he didn’t use his real name,” Arthur said. “Maybe got himself a whole phony ID.”
“Maybe,” Jesse said.
“But you want me to call.”
“I do,” Jesse said.
He looked around the squad room.
“Anything else?”
“You still want a cruiser at the Crowne estate when the buses arrive,” Molly said.
“Yep.”
“Arrival and pickup?”
“Yep.”
“That’d be you this morning, Peter,” Molly said.
Perkins nodded.
“Anything else?” Jesse said.
No one spoke.
“Okay,” Jesse said. “Go to work.”
The cops got up and started out.
“Moll,” Jesse said. “Could you stick here a minute?”
Molly sat back down.
When the others had left, Jesse said, “Something going on with Suit and Miriam Fiedler?”
“No,” Molly said. “Why?”
“The little joke about Officer Simpson being on top of things.”
“I was just teasing her,” Molly said. “You know I can’t stand her.”
“Who can,” Jesse said.
Molly didn’t say anything. Jesse leaned back and stretched his neck a little, looking up at the ceiling.
“I think there’s more, Moll,” he said after a time.
“More what?”
“I think there’s something between Suit and Miriam Fiedler,” Jesse said, “that you have probably promised Suit not to tell me about.”
“Honestly, Jesse…” Molly said.
Jesse put up a hand as if he were stopping traffic.
