“Don’t know him,” Chacon said.
“How about Estella?” Concannon said.
“Nope.”
“That’s odd,” Tremaine said. “He was registered to the same room you were.”
“Must be a mistake at the front desk,” Chacon said.
“Guy named Romero shared the room with Larson,” Tremaine said. “Know him?”
Chacon leaned back and tried to look contemplative. Then he shook his head.
“Nope,” he said. “Sorry. Don’t recognize the name.”
Tremaine stood.
“I’m tired of this,” she said. “He says something worth hearing, let me know.”
She left the room. Chacon watched her go.
“Nice ass,” he said.
Concannon slapped him hard across the face.
“Respect,” Concannon said.
As soon as the door closed behind Tremaine, it opened again and a tall, fat cop with a shaved head and a roll of fat over the back of his collar came in and stood against the wall behind Chacon.
“I want a lawyer,” Chacon said.
“Sure thing,” Concannon said. “Your constitutional right. Usually takes a while to arrange, though. Probably won’t get here until after you try to make a break for it, and end up falling down a long flight of stairs.”
“You don’t scare me,” Chacon said.
“Not yet,” Concannon said.
He took a pair of black leather gloves out of his hip pocket and began to inch one of them onto his left hand.
“You want to go outside, Chief Stone,” Concannon said. “Sometimes small-town cops get a little queasy.”
Jesse stood up.
“Look, Bobby,” he said. “You can help us out here and we can probably look the other way on the gun charge.” Jesse looked at Concannon, who shrugged. “Otherwise we’ll frame you for something that’ll put you away for life.”
Chacon stared at Jesse.
“You say it right out?”
“Yes,” Jesse said, “that’s how it’s going to go. I stay here, you tell me what’s been going on. Or I leave and you get framed and fall down a long flight of stairs. It’s why the ADA went out. She knows how it’s going to go. She doesn’t mind the frame job, but she don’t like the stairs much.”
Chacon gave Jesse a dead-eyed stare. Jesse shrugged and started for the door. Concannon was wiggling his right hand into the second glove.
“Okay,” Chacon said. “I’ll tell you some things.”
53.
