with Macklin,” Jesse said, “would you still have let them go?”
Crow smiled.
“Can’t go back and do it different,” Crow said.
Jesse nodded. Crow was silent again.
“So how come you decided to look for the Francisco women here?” Jesse said.
“Francisco said he thought they’d be here.”
“He say why?”
“Nope.”
“You ask?”
“Nope.”
“So how’d you find them?” Jesse said.
“Kid charged a big TV set for her boyfriend on one of those satellite credit cards, you know, bill goes to Daddy. Daddy calls me and I run it down. Thing was too big to carry. It was delivered to a gang house in Marshport.”
“So you went there,” Jesse said.
“Yep.”
“Alone.”
“Yep.”
“How’d you get them to tell you where she was?”
“I had to shoot one of them,” Crow said. “Their bad man, guy named Puerco.”
“Pig,” Jesse said.
“You speak Spanish?”
“Used to work in L.A.,” Jesse said. “Had some time in Boyle Heights. Self-defense?”
“Of course.”
“What gang?” Jesse said.
“Never mentioned their name.”
“Where were they?” Jesse said.
“Dump at the end of an alley called Horn Street. Twelve-A Horn Street.”
“Horn Street Boys,” Jesse said.
“You know the gangs in Marshport?”
“Like to keep up,” Jesse said.
Molly came into the office.
“The women are asking for a lawyer,” she said.
Crow studied her.
“Tell them that they can go after they talk with one more cop,” Jesse said.
“Who?”
“Who’s on the desk?”
“Peter Perkins,” Molly said.
“Okay,” Jesse said. “Send Suit out front. Tell Peter to ask them anything he can
