Stranger in Paradise
( Jessie Stone - 7 )
Robert B Parker
Stranger in Paradise
THE SPENSER NOVELS
Now & Then
Hundred-Dollar Baby
School Days
Cold Service
Bad Business
Back Story
Widow’s Walk
Potshot
Hugger Mugger
Hush Money
Sudden Mischief
Small Vices
Chance
Thin Air
Walking Shadow
Paper Doll
Double Deuce
Pastime
Stardust
Playmates
Crimson Joy
Pale Kings and Princes
Taming a Sea-Horse
A Catskill Eagle
Valediction
The Widening Gyre
Ceremony
A Savage Place
Early Autumn
Looking for Rachel Wallace
The Judas Goat
Promised Land
Mortal Stakes
God Save the Child
The Godwulf Manuscript
THE JESSE STONE NOVELS
High Profile
Sea Change
Stone Cold
Death in Paradise
Trouble in Paradise
Night Passage
THE SUNNY RANDALL NOVELS
Spare Change
Blue Screen
Melancholy Baby
Shrink Rap
Perish Twice
Family Honor
ALSO BY ROBERT B. PARKER
Appaloosa
Double Play
Gunman’s Rhapsody
All Our Yesterdays
A Year at the Races
(with Joan H. Parker)
Perchance to Dream
Poodle Springs
(with Raymond Chandler)
Love and Glory
Wilderness
Three Weeks in Spring
(with Joan H. Parker)
Training with Weights
(with John R. Marsh)
Stranger in Paradise
ROBERT B. PARKER
G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS
New York
G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS
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Copyright © 2008 by Robert B. Parker
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Parker, Robert B., date.
Stranger in paradise / Robert B. Parker.
p. cm.
ISBN: 1-4295-9344-X
1. Stone, Jesse (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Police—Massachusetts—Fiction. 3. Kidnapping—Fiction. 4. Police chiefs—Fiction. 5. Massachusetts—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3566.A686S77 2008b 2007044773
813'.54—dc22
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
While the author has made every effort to provide accurate telephone numbers and Internet addresses at the time of publication, neither the publisher nor the author assumes any responsibility for errors, or for changes that occur after publication. Further, the publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.
For Joan: with whom I am no stranger
Stranger in Paradise
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
1.
Molly Crane stuck her head in the doorway to Jesse’s office.
“Man here to see you,” she said. “Says his name’s Wilson Cromartie.”
Jesse looked up. His eyes met Molly’s. Neither of them said anything. Then Jesse stood. His gun was in its holster on the file cabinet behind him. He took the gun from the holster and sat back down and put the gun in the top right-hand drawer of his desk and left the drawer open.
“Show him in,” Jesse said.
Molly went and in a moment returned with the man.
Jesse nodded his head.
“Crow,” he said.
“Jesse Stone,” Crow said.
Jesse pointed at a chair. Crow sat. He looked at the file cabinet.
“Empty holster,” he said.
“Gun’s in my desk drawer,” Jesse said.
“And the drawer’s open,” Crow said.
“Uh-huh.”
“No need,” Crow said.
“Good to know,” Jesse said.
“But you’re not shutting the drawer,” Crow said.
“No,” Jesse said.
Crow smiled again. It was hard to say exactly what it was, Jesse thought, but there was a vague trace of American Indian in his features, and his speech. Maybe he really was Apache.
“Nothing wrong with cautious,” Crow said.
“Last time I saw you was in a speedboat dashing off with a lot of money,” Jesse said.
“Long time back,” Crow said. “Longer than the statute of limitations.”
“I’d have to check,” Jesse said.
“I did,” Crow said. “Ten years.”
“Not for murder,” Jesse said.
“You got no evidence I had anything to do with murder.”
“Homicide during the commission of a felony,” Jesse said.
“I doubt you could prove that,” Crow said. “All you know is I was with some people, and then I drove away in a speedboat to escape a shoot-out.”
“With a guy who turned up dead, in a boat that turned up empty.”
“Can’t tell you about that,” Crow said. “I got off the boat five miles up the coast.”
“So you didn’t come here to turn yourself in,” Jesse said.
“I got some business in Paradise,” Crow said. “I come here to see that you and I wouldn’t be scraping up against each other while I was here.”
“Two of my cops died when the bridge to Stiles Island got blown,” Jesse said. “Some people on the island.”
“Yeah,” Crow said. “Macklin was a bad guy.”
“And you?” Jesse said.
“Pussycat,” Crow said.
“You gonna be in town long?” Jesse said.
“Awhile,” Crow said.
“Why?” Jesse said.
“I’m looking for someone,” Crow said.
“Why?”
“Guy hired me,” Crow said.
“Why you?”
“I’m good at stuff like that,” Crow said. “The guy trusts me.”
He grinned at Jesse.
“And,” he said, “I know the territory.”
“Me, too,” Jesse said.
“I know,” Crow said. “And if we can’t coexist it’ll make my job a lot harder. That’s why I stopped by.”
“Who you looking for?” Jesse said.
“Don’t have a name,” Crow said.
“Ever seen him?”
Crow shook his head.
“Got a picture?”
“Not a good one,” Crow said.
“Want to show it to me?” Jesse said.
“No.”
“So how you going to find him?’
“I’ll work something out,” Crow said.
“What happens when you find him?”
“I report to my employer,” Crow said.
Jesse nodded slowly. “As long as I have you in town,” he said, “I’m going to do everything I can to put together a case against you.”
“I figured that,” Crow said. “I say you won’t be able to.”
“Limitation is sort of complicated,” Jesse said. “There was bank robbery involved, kidnapping, these fall under federal statutes. I’ll talk to an ADA tomorrow, see what they can tell me.”
“Ten years covers most things,” Crow said.
“We’re going to watch you all the time you’re in town,” Jesse said.
“But you’re not going to harass me.”
“If we can put a case together on you, we’ll arrest you,” Jesse said.
“Until then?” Crow said.
“We’ll wait and watch,” Jesse said.
Crow nodded. The two men sat silently until Crow spoke.
“You know about me,” he said.
“I checked you out,” Jesse said. “When you were here before.”
“What they tell you,” Crow said.
“Be very careful,” Jesse said.
Crow smiled.
“Macklin was good,” Crow said.
Jesse nodded.
“I wasn’t sure anybody could take him,” Crow said.
“Except you?” Jesse said.
“Except me.”
“Now you know,” Jesse said.
Crow nodded. They were quiet again. Both men motionless, looking at each other.
“You let the hostages go,” Jesse said.
Crow nodded.
“They were all women,” he said.
“Yes,” Jesse said.
They looked at each other some more. The room felt charged, Jesse thought, as if a thunderstorm were near. Then Crow rose gracefully to his feet.
“I guess we know where we stand,” Crow said.
“Stop by anytime,” Jesse said.
Crow smiled and went out the door, past Suitcase Simpson, who was leaning on the wall just to the right of Jesse’s door, and past Molly Crane, who was on the other side.
Crow nodded at them both.
“Officers,” he said.
And went on out of the station.
2.
Molly and Suit came into the office.
“I remember him,” Simpson said.
“I called Suit in from patrol,” Molly said. “I thought extra backup would be good.”
“What’d he want?” Suit said.
Jesse told them.
“Brazen bastard,” Simpson said.
Molly and Jesse both looked at him.
“Brazen?” Molly said.
Suit grinned.
“I been taking some night courses,” he said.
“You have no idea who he’s looking for?” Molly said to Jesse.
Jesse shook his head. “I’m not sure Crow does, either,” he said.
“He say what he’d do when he found him?” Molly said.
“Said he’d check with his employer.”
“Guy like that looking for somebody,” Simpson said, “not good for the somebody.”
“No, it’s not,” Jesse said.
“Think he’ll find him?” Molly said.
“Yes.”
“Hard to make a ten-year-old case,” Molly said.
Jesse nodded.
“Isn’t he some kind of Indian?” Simpson said.
“Claims he’s Apache,” Jesse said.
“You believe him?”
“He’s something,” Jesse said.
“He’s a hunk,” Molly said.
“A hunk?” Simpson said.
“He’s absolutely gorgeous,” Molly said.
“Isn’t he a contract killer, Jesse?” Simpson said.
“That’s what they tell me,” Jesse said. “Probably part of his charm.”
“Probably is,” Molly said. “It makes him sort of exciting.”
“Not if the contract’s on you,” Jesse said.
“No, but there’s something about how complete he is, how, what, interior, independent.”
“Power,” Jesse said.
“Yes,” Molly said. “He reeks of power.”
“I guess I better take more night courses,” Simpson said. “I don’t know what you people are talking about.”
“He’s a little like you, Jesse,” Molly said.
“Except that I just reek.”
“No. You have that same silent center. Nothing will make you turn aside. Nothing will make you back up. It’s…what do the shrinks call it…?”
“Autonomy,” Jesse said.
“Yes. Both of you are, like, autonomous,” Molly said. “Except maybe you have scruples.”
“Maybe he does, too,” Jesse said.
“For fantasy purposes,” Molly said, “I hope not.”
“Fantasy?” Simpson said. “Molly, how long you been married?”
“Fifteen years.”
“And you got how many kids?”
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��Four.”
“And you are going to have sex fantasies about some Apache hit man?”
Molly smiled at Simpson.
“You better believe it,” Molly said.
3.
“I wish to have nothing to do with this,” Mrs. Snowdon said when Molly showed her a picture of Crow.
“Have you ever seen him before?” Molly said.
“No.”
They were in the vast Snowdon living room in the huge Snowdon house on Stiles Island. Mrs. Snowdon sat on her couch with her feet on the floor and her knees pressed together and her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Suit stood across the room by the French doors to the patio. Molly sat on a hassock across from Mrs. Snowdon.
She looks too small for the gun belt, Suit thought. But she’s not.
“Was he here with other men when they looted the island,” Molly said, “and locked you and your husband up in the lavatory?”
“Late husband,” Mrs. Snowdon said.
Her blue steel hair was rigidly waved. She wore a black-and-red flowered dress and a red scarf, and a very large diamond-crusted wedding ring.
“Was this man in the picture one of the men?” Molly said.
“I don’t wish to discuss it,” Mrs. Snowdon said.
“Are you afraid?”
“My husband is deceased,” Ms. Snowdon said. “I am a woman alone.”
“The best way to ensure your safety is to give us reason to arrest him.”
“I will not even consider it,” Mrs. Snowdon said. “It was a moment in my life I decline to relive.”
“Has he threatened you?”
“Threatened? He’s here? In Paradise?”
“Yes.”
“My God, why don’t you arrest him?”
Standing by the door, Suitcase smiled without comment.
“If you’d help us,” Molly said.
“I’m not a policeman,” she said. “It’s your job to arrest him.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Molly said. “But we’re not allowed to arrest anybody we feel like. At the moment our only hope would be that he could be charged with participating in a capital crime. Otherwise the statute of limitations applies.”
“He has to have killed someone?”
“Someone had to die in a criminal enterprise of which he was a member,” Molly said.
“Oh, God,” Mrs. Snowdon said. “Gobbledygook. A number of people were killed, weren’t they?”
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