'Use your phone?' I said to DeSpain.
He nodded toward it. I stood and picked it up and called Healy.
'I think you better come down here,' I said to Healy.
'Port City Police Chief has confessed to murder. I'm in his office.'
'I want to see her,' DeSpain said.
I nodded as Healy was talking.
'Healy wants to speak with you,' I said.
DeSpain shook his head.
'Won't talk to you,' I said into the phone.
'We'll be in a place called The Puffin' Muffin, in the arcade at the Port City Theater.'
DeSpain was on his feet when I hung up, and starting for the door. I followed along. Which was pretty much what I'd been doing since I came to Port City, just following along, about ten steps back of whatever was really going on. DeSpain went through the station without a word for anyone, and out the front door and down the steps. The rain was hard, and resentful when we walked into it. We turned left on Ocean Street and headed for the theater.
I had on my leather jacket and White Sox baseball hat. DeSpain was bare-headed, without a coat. The rain glistened on the handle of his service pistol, stuck on his belt, back of his right hipbone. His hair was plastered to his skull before we had gone five steps. He didn't seem to mind. My jacket was open and my shirt was getting wet, but I didn't want to zip up over my gun.
Jocelyn was facing the door as we walked in. Hawk was beside her and Vinnie was at the counter getting coffee. There were five women at the other end of the room drinking coffee, shopping bags on the floor beside them. A boy and a girl, high school-aged, were near the door. As we came in, Hawk leaned back a little in his chair so his coat would fall open. At the counter Vinnie put down the coffee cup and turned to look at us. He stood motionless, his coat open, his shoulders relaxed. The pink-haired waitress in her cute uniform looked at DeSpain nervously and walked rapidly back down to the other end of the counter.
DeSpain walked directly to Jocelyn and stopped. She looked at him the way you'd look at a dirty sexual animal. He looked at her face a moment as if he were seeing someone he thought he knew but wasn't sure about. Hawk glanced at me. I made a little let-it-go hand gesture. Hawk looked back at DeSpain.
'You murderous little cunt,' DeSpain said and slapped her hard across the face. The slap knocked her sprawling out of her chair and onto the floor. Hawk stood and stepped between them.
'Get out of my way,' DeSpain said.
Hawk was motionless.
'DeSpain,' I said.
He tried to step past Hawk and Hawk moved in front of him again. I stepped in close behind him.
'DeSpain,' I said.
Outside the lightning crashed and the thunder was simultaneous.
DeSpain looked back at me. Then he looked at Hawk and turned suddenly and stepped away from all of us. He had his hand near his hip.
'I had to do that. It was worth my life to do that,' he said.
Jocelyn had stayed on the floor, lying on her side, her face blank with shock, blood coming from her nose.
'Now it's done,' I said.
'Healy coming?' DeSpain said.
'He's sending some people from the Topsfield Barracks.'
DeSpain nodded. His face was still wet with rain, his hair dripping wet, his soaking shirt stuck to his body. Suddenly he smiled, the old wolfish smile.
'Goddamn, I liked that,' he said.
'She had that coming, and one hell of a lot more.'
'I got no argument with that,' I said.
'But I can't let you do it again.'
'Don't matter,' DeSpain said.
'Once was all I needed.'
He grinned at me.
'You think you can hold me here for Healy?'
'Yeah,' I said.
'I think we can.'
DeSpain slowly reached back and unsnapped the safety strap on his holster. The smile was wider, more wolfish. The voice was strong again, and the eyes, still deep in their sockets, seemed almost to glow.
'Let's find out,' DeSpain said.
