Suit was outside Jesse’s condo in a squad car. Molly was inside, reading The New York Times. Amber sat crosslegged on the floor in front of the television, watching an inside Hollywood show on E! Amber was bored. She shifted her position, fiddled with her hair, yawned loudly.
“You married?” she said to Molly.
“Yes.”
“What’s your old man do?”
“My husband builds boats,” Molly said.
“Any money in that?” Amber said.
“Some.”
“So how come you work?”
“I like to work,” Molly said.
“As a cop?” Amber said.
“I like being a cop,” Molly said.
Amber shook her head sadly.
“You got kids?”
“Four,” Molly said.
“Any daughters?”
“One,” Molly said.
“You ever fool around?”
“You mean like sex?” Molly said.
“Like, duh?” Amber said. “Of course sex.”
“Might be none of your business,” Molly said.
Amber shrugged.
“So did ya?” she said.
Molly thought for a moment about the way Crow seemed to look through her clothes. She felt her face flush slightly.
“You did, didn’t you?” Amber said.
“No,” Molly said. “I have never cheated on my husband.”
“Why not?” Amber said. “Doesn’t it get boring doing it with the same guy every day?”
Molly smiled.
“When you’ve been married fourteen years, and you both work, and you got four kids, it’s not every day,” Molly said.
“Man, you’re as drab as Jesse,” Amber said. “You have any fun before you got married?”
“I got married pretty early,” Molly said.
“Jesus,” Amber said. “Tell me you weren’t a freaking virgin.”
“No,” Molly said. “I wasn’t a virgin.”
“Christ, I hope not,” Amber said. “You think you might fool around sometime?”
“I have no long-range plan,” Molly said. “I’m pretty sure I won’t fool around today.”
