“Here?”
“Yes.”
“I got no clean clothes,” Amber said.
“Tomorrow you and Jenn and Molly can go buy some. Meanwhile, you can wear one of my shirts for a nightie.”
“What should I do with my other clothes?”
“We could burn them in the fireplace,” Jesse said.
“Throw them out of the bathroom,” Jenn said. “I’ll put them through the washer.”
“Another thing we have to consider,” Jesse said. “Jenn will be in my bedroom. Amber will be in the guest room. I will be on the couch. There is one bathroom.”
“So?” Amber said.
“So keep it in mind,” Jesse said.
“How come you and her don’t sleep together?” Amber said.
“Too drab,” Jesse said.
46.
Suitcase Simpson came into Jesse’s office and closed the door and sat down in a chair facing Jesse. His face was red, and he seemed to be looking steadily at the top of Jesse’s desk.
Jesse waited.
Suit didn’t say anything.
Jesse waited.
“I’m having sex with an older woman,” Suit said.
“Miriam Fiedler,” Jesse said.
Suit raised his eyes.
“How’d you know that?” he said.
Jesse shrugged.
“I’m the chief of police,” Jesse said.
“Molly told you,” Suit said.
“No,” Jesse said. “She didn’t.”
Suit looked back at the desktop.
“Suit,” Jesse said. “Mostly, I don’t care what you do with your dick when you’re off duty.”
“I know,” Suit said.
“So?”
“So she’s asking me a bunch of questions,” Suit said.
“About?”
“You, the department, the Crown estate deal,” Suit said.
“Like what?”
“Were you a good cop,” Suit said. “Did I think you’d ever take a bribe? Did you have a relationship with Nina Pinero? Was it true you were fired in L.A.? What’s going on with you and Jenn? She wanted
