“What kind?”
“Big one,” Crow said.
“Like a commercial jet?”
“Yeah.”
“We’ll check where he might land,” Jesse said.
“Francisco has a lot of resources,” Crow said. “He’s the real deal. If you had a team of bad guys, Francisco would hit fourth.”
Jesse nodded.
“He’s got all the money he needs. He’s got no fear, and no feelings,” Crow said. “I think the daughter thing is mostly about ego.”
“You don’t think he loves her?” Jesse said.
“I don’t think he can,” Crow said.
“Well,” Jesse said after a moment of silence, “you’re right about the Horn Street Boys. Chacon says they picked up your contract.”
Crow grinned.
“How much?” he said.
“Chacon says ten grand.”
“Ten?” Crow said.
Jesse nodded.
“That what they got for bagging the kid’s mother?” Crow said.
“I believe so.”
“Lot of money to those kids,” Crow said.
“And they’re mad at you for shooting Puerco,” Jesse said.
“It was nothing personal,” Crow said.
Jesse nodded slowly.
“It never is,” he said. “Is it?”
Crow shrugged.
“Just thought I’d give you a heads-up,” he said.
“Public-spirited citizens,” Jesse said, “are our best defense against crime.”
“Exactly right,” Crow said.
55.
It was 6:30 in the evening when Jesse got home. Suit saw him start up the stairs to the condo. He waved, Jesse waved back, Suit pulled the cruiser out of the parking slot and drove away.
Fast shift change, Jesse thought. Probably headed for a tryst with Miriam Fiedler. When he went into his apartment, Amber was lying on her stomach watching some kind of reality show where husbands and wives fought with each other. When she heard the door open, Molly appeared at the kitchen door. She had a dish towel tucked into her belt.
“Nice look,” Jesse said. “Is that like an apron?”
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