check,” Jesse said.
“I did,” Crow said. “Ten years.”
“Not for murder,” Jesse said.
“You got no evidence I had anything to do with murder.”
“Homicide during the commission of a felony,” Jesse said.
“I doubt you could prove that,” Crow said. “All you know is I was with some people, and then I drove away in a speedboat to escape a shoot-out.”
“With a guy who turned up dead, in a boat that turned up empty.”
“Can’t tell you about that,” Crow said. “I got off the boat five miles up the coast.”
“So you didn’t come here to turn yourself in,” Jesse said.
“I got some business in Paradise,” Crow said. “I come here to see that you and I wouldn’t be scraping up against each other while I was here.”
“Two of my cops died when the bridge to Stiles Island got blown,” Jesse said. “Some people on the island.”
“Yeah,” Crow said. “Macklin was a bad guy.”
“And you?” Jesse said.
“Pussycat,” Crow said.
“You gonna be in town long?” Jesse said.
“Awhile,” Crow said.
“Why?” Jesse said.
“I’m looking for someone,” Crow said.
“Why?”
“Guy hired me,” Crow said.
“Why you?”
“I’m good at stuff like that,” Crow said. “The guy trusts me.”
He grinned at Jesse.
“And,” he said, “I know the territory.”
“Me, too,” Jesse said.
“I know,” Crow said. “And if we can’t coexist it’ll make my job a lot harder. That’s why I stopped by.”
“Who you looking for?” Jesse said.
“Don’t have a name,” Crow said.
“Ever seen him?”
Crow shook his head.
“Got a picture?”
“Not a good one,” Crow said.
“Want to show it to me?” Jesse said.
“No.”
“So how you going to find him?’
