Jesse nodded.
“She more talkative about things this time?”
“Yeah, much,” Suit said. “Once we were alone, you know, Debbie Lupo wasn’t around.”
“Now Debbie Basco,” Jesse said.
“Right,” Suit said. “Once Debbie wasn’t around, Kimmy kind of relaxed. We talked a little about high school and me dating her kid sister and where Tammy is now, and what she’s doing, and like that. But from the start it seemed like she wanted to talk about the wife-swapping thing. Like she needed to talk with someone about it.”
Jesse nodded again.
“She’s known you since you were kids. You used to date her little sister.”
“It was like, how threatening could I be?” Suit said. “Little Luther Simpson.”
“She calls you Luther?”
“Never mind about that,” Suit said.
“Anything that might help us with the Night Hawk?” Jesse said.
“I’m not sure,” Suit said. “There are people who like to watch their spouse with someone else.”
“Men?” Jesse said.
“Yeah.”
“Names?”
“She won’t tell me names,” Suit said. “It’s like a club rule.”
“You think if you brought her in, she’d talk to me?” Jesse said.
“Not here,” Suit said.
“Where?” Jesse said.
“I don’t know,” Suit said. “I’ll ask her. What do I tell her about why?”
“I got two reasons,” Jesse said. “One is the Night Hawk, and two is her daughter.”
“I thought you promised the daughter you wouldn’t give her away.”
“I did, and I won’t. It’s why I need to talk with her,” Jesse said. “I have to feel my way along.”
“I can’t tell her that,” Suit said.
“I know,” Jesse said. “I’ll meet her anywhere she wants.”
“So what do I tell her it’s for.”
“You’ll think of something,” Jesse said.
32
“THIS IS on me,” Marcy Campbell said to Jesse. “For the business you sent me.”
They sat across from each other at a window table in the Gray Gull.
“I thought you were doing me a favor,” Jesse said.
“Nope. I got to co-broker with Chuck Derby and get half his commission for very little work.”
“Well, good for me,” Jesse said. “I accept.”
“I knew you would,” Marcy said.
She was a handsome woman, several years older than Jesse, divorced, with grown children.
“Spike seems an unusual man,” Marcy said.
“I believe he is,” Jesse said. “But he’s Sunny Randall’s best friend.”
“And you like Sunny a lot,” Marcy said.
“I do.”
The waitress brought a vodka gimlet for Marcy, scotch and soda for Jesse.
“But not as much as Jenn,” Marcy said.
Jesse looked into his glass for a moment.
“I don’t know,” Jesse said.
“You don’t?”
“I don’t.”
“My God,” Marcy said.
Jesse shrugged.
“I’m trying to rethink things,” Jesse said.
“She’s gone again?” Marcy said.
“She’s in New York,” Jesse said.
