“We’re good,” Crow said.
“We are.”
“You fire like an old-time target shooter,” Crow said.
“My father taught me that,” Jesse said.
“Whatever works,” Crow said.
Jesse put the Smith & Wesson down, and took his little .38 Chief’s Special off his hip.
“You can hit the target with that thing?” Crow said.
“Sometimes,” Jesse said. He began to crank the target toward them. “Especially if it’s closer.”
“Most shooting is close,” Crow said.
“Yes,” Jesse said, and put three rounds into the middle of the target.
“You didn’t empty the weapon,” Crow said.
“Neither did you,” Jesse said.
“We’re careful,” Crow said.
“Got anything to tell me about Amber Francisco and friends?” Jesse said.
“Nothing I didn’t tell Officer Molly,” Crow said.
“And you got any thoughts on what we’re gonna do with her?” Jesse said.
“You’re the serve-and-protect guy,” Crow said.
“You can’t look out for her,” Jesse said.
“’Course not,” Crow said.
“You got any thoughts on who killed her mother?” Jesse said.
“Probably Esteban,” Crow said.
“Why?”
“Figure if he’s talking to her daddy about bringing her to Florida, he may have talked to her daddy about killing her mother.”
Jesse nodded.
“So why doesn’t she say so?”
“Scared?” Crow said.
“Probably,” Jesse said. “Loyal.”
“Loyal?” Crow said. “He sold her out.”
“She’s got nothing else,” Jesse said. “She can tell herself she loves him, and maybe convince herself that he loves her, she won’t feel so alone.”
“And this is better than going back to Daddy?” Crow said.
“Apparently.”
“He must be fun,” Crow said.
“So what’re your plans,” Jesse said.
