"Of course."
Carrying a manila envelope, Jesse walked through the gleaming air-conditioned house and sat again in the atrium.
"Thank you for calling last night," she said.
Jesse nodded.
"Is Norman still in jail?"
"He'll be out this morning," Jesse said. "I wanted to talk with you first."
"I'm not clear what he was arrested for. Drunk driving?"
"We found him in a motel room with an underage prostitute," Jesse said.
He could hear Joni Shaw breathe in sharply.
"Oh, God!" she said.
"It's not the first time," Jesse said.
She didn't say anything for a time. She studied Jesse's face as if she were looking for something.
"Are you sure?" she said finally.
Jesse opened the manila envelope and slowly spread out Dick Pettler's pictures of Shaw. Joni Shaw looked at them for a moment then pushed them away.
"Those are little girls," she said.
"Yes."
"How long ago were those pictures taken?"
"During a previous marriage," Jesse said.
"I don't…" she said. "I don't know what to say."
"It gets worse," Jesse said.
"Worse?" Joni Shaw said.
There was no way to ease it in.
"We're pretty sure he killed one of them."
"Killed?"
"Does he own a gun?"
"A gun? You mean he shot someone?"
Jesse nodded. Joni Shaw had her arms folded across her chest as if she were hugging herself.
"Mother of God," she said.
Jesse didn't want to bombard her. He waited for her to reorganize.
"You know this stuff?" she said.
"Yes."
"Jesus," she said. "The fucking pervert."
"Does he own a gun?" Jesse said.
"I guess I sort of knew it," Joni Shaw said. "You know how you know something and you don't know it?"
Jesse nodded.
"He was out a lot, and drunk nearly all the time," she said.
Jesse nodded again.
"Look at me," she said. "If you were married to somebody like me, wouldn't you stay home nights?"
"Yes."
"He wasn't a big deal in bed," she said. "All that stuff in the books? Bullshit! Most of the time he was too drunk to get it up."
"Did he own a gun?" Jesse said gently.
"Probably too old for him," she said. "How old was the kid you caught him with last night?"
"She admits to fourteen."
"Fourteen? Jesus Christ!" she said. "Sick bastard."
I'll circle the gun, Jesse thought.
"You love him?" he said.
Joni Shaw looked puzzled for a moment. She hunched her shoulders, still hugging herself.
"He's famous… He's got money… We didn't have much of a sex life but he was nice to me most of the time…" She looked suddenly straight into Jesse's eyes. "And sex is easy to get."
"I would think so," Jesse said.
"He was never…" She paused. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Jesse said. "He was never… ?"
"He was never a mean drunk," she said. "And when he was sober he was really quite charming."
"So it was a happy marriage."
"Sure. He was a good provider. And I," she said, "made him look, ah, potent."
"Did he own a gun?" Jesse said.
Joni looked at Jesse as if she'd never heard the question before.
"A gun?"
"Un-huh."
"Yes," she said. "I'll show you."
Chapter Sixty-four
Kelly brought Alan Garner into Jesse's office at quarter to ten in the morning.
"Picked him up as soon as he came to open the office," Kelly said.
"Gino know?"
"Not yet."
Kelly leaned against the wall by the door and folded his arms. Garner stared at Norman Shaw. Shaw was sitting beside Jesse's desk. He had a bad hangover. His face was stiff. His movements were careful. His hands shook a little.
"I want a lawyer," Garner said.
"You're not under arrest," Jesse said.
"Then I want to leave."
"Be in your best interest," Jesse said, "to stay."
Garner looked at Kelly. Kelly shrugged.
"Long walk back to Boston," he said.
"I want to call Gino."
"Alan," Kelly said. "Right now we have you for a few small pimp charges. You might get away with no time."
"We could jack that up to murder," Jesse said.
Garner sat down, suddenly, beside Shaw. His face had gotten smaller. He had trouble swallowing.
"What murder?"
Shaw said, "Should I have a lawyer?"
"I don't know," Jesse said. "Should you?"
"I haven't done anything," Shaw said.
Jesse nodded.
"You know a kid named Billie Bishop?" Jesse said to Shaw.
"Of course not."
"Why 'of course not'?"
"Well, I mean, I know who I know, for God's sake."
"And you don't know Billie Bishop?"
"No."
Jesse looked at Garner.
"Alan?"
"What?"
"Does he know Billie Bishop?"
"You said I wouldn't…" Garner said. "You promised I wouldn't have to testify."
"I lied," Jesse said. "Does he know Billie Bishop?"
"I can't… Gino…"
"One of you will go down for this," Jesse said. "You want to be it?"
"Down for what?"
"Killing the kid," Jesse said.
"I didn't kill anybody."
Jesse waited. Kelly was still and expressionless leaning on the door. Shaw seemed to have shrunk in his chair.
"I just introduced him to her."
"Shaw to Billie?" Jesse said.
Shaw made a stifled sound as if he'd been hit.
"Yes."
"You deliver?"
"Deliver?"
"Do you bring the girls to Shaw?"
"Usually yes. I mean, these girls don't usually have a car."
"And if they did they're not old enough to drive," Kelly said.
"Every one of them told me she was at least twenty," Shaw said suddenly.
His voice seemed high and unnatural, almost petulant. Nobody responded.
"And you drive them to the motel?"
"Yes. And give them money to register. No credit card, you know? Cash in advance."
"This isn't what it sounds like," Shaw said. "I'm thinking of doing a book on prostitution."
"You own a gun?" Jesse said.
"A gun?" Shaw's voice was almost a squeak.
"A gun."
"No, I don't."
Jesse opened the drawer of his desk and took out the gun Shaw's wife had given him and put it on the desk so Shaw could see it. Shaw looked at it without speaking. Jesse waited. Leaning against the wall, Kelly smiled like a happy wolf. He waited. Alan Garner sat absolutely still, trying to attract no attention.
"That's not my gun," Shaw said finally, his high voice shaking.
"How could it be?" Jesse said. "If you don't own one."
"That's right," Shaw said.
Jesse was quiet again, looking at Shaw. Shaw tried to hold his gaze and couldn't and looked around the office in a dreadful parody of unconcern.
"Do you have any coffee?" Shaw said.
Jesse said, "No."
Everyone was silent again. Shaw couldn't keep from looking at the gun on Jesse's desk. After a time Jesse spoke. His voice sounded too loud to him.
"I found the gun in your desk," Jesse said.
"You were looking in my desk?"
"Your wife and I," Jesse said.
"She showed you?"
"Yes."
"She knows?"
"Yes."
"About the girls?"
"Yes."
Shaw looked as if he wanted to say something, but nothing
was there to be said.
"You dumb fuck," Jesse said. "You didn't clean it. There was a round missing. You didn't even reload."
Again Shaw started to speak and failed. Finally he said, "I need a drink."
There was a tape recorder on Jesse's desk. Jesse turned it on.
"Why'd you kill her, Norman?"
Shaw sat back in his chair, his shoulders slumped, his hands clasped between his thighs.
"She said she was going to tell on me," he said.
His voice wasn't high anymore, but it remained petulant.
"A high school dropout," he said. "She said she didn't like some of the things we did."
"You were paying for those things," Jesse said encouragingly.
"That's right, and this little dropout whore… I'm a best-selling author. I had too much to lose."
Shaw stopped.
"You shoot her?" Jesse said.
Shaw didn't answer. "God," he said. "I need a drink."
"You shoot her?"
Shaw's voice sounded hoarse. "Yes," he said.
Chapter Sixty-five
They were in Swampscott, walking on Fisherman's Beach, near where they had first eaten lunch together. Jesse was chewing gum.
"How did Billie's parents react?" Lilly said.
"The old man got up without saying anything and walked out of the house. The mother didn't flinch. Told me she'd lost her daughter a long time ago."
"God," Lilly said. "What about the other one? The one who brought him the girls?"
"Alan Garner."
"Yes."
"Gino Fish will find out he's been running a child prostitution ring out of Gino's office," Jesse said. "He won't be around long enough to prosecute."
"His boss will fire him?"
"His boss will kill him."
"Kill him?"
Jesse nodded.
"You know that and you'll let it happen?" Lilly said.
"I can't prove he's going to do it."
"But you know it," Lilly said.
"Sure."
"But…" Lilly paused and her eyes widened. "You want it to happen. Don't you?"
"Garner isn't much of a guy," Jesse said.
They were quiet. The tide was out. The beach was wide and firm and easy to walk on. A couple of terns moved ahead of them, cocking heads occasionally, then hopping on.
"That's the part of you that doesn't show much," Lilly said.
Jesse smiled. "I beg your pardon," he said.
"Not that part. It's the cold part of you—without sentiment, without mercy. It is frightening."
"People are more than one thing," Jesse said.
"I know," Lilly said. "I didn't mean that as critically as it sounded. I know you can feel compassion. I know you found that girl's killer, partly because you felt somehow you owed it to her."
"I'm also employed to do that," Jesse said.
"And maybe the scary part of you—the remorseless part, the part that looks at the world with an icy stare—maybe that part of you is why you can do what you're employed to do."
"Maybe," Jesse said.
They were walking the beach at the margin where the sand was hardest. The ocean eased up toward them as they walked and almost reached them and lingered and shrank back, and eased up toward them again. Lilly stopped and stared out at the ocean. Jesse stood beside her.
"Long way out," Jesse said.
They stood silently together looking at the horizon.
"Where are we going, you and I?" Lilly said.
"Back to your place?" Jesse said. "Where I show another hard side of myself."
Lilly smiled. "Probably," she said.
The easy wind off the ocean blew her silvery hair back from her young face and pressed her white cotton dress tight against her chest and thighs.
"But I meant where are we going? more like, ah, metaphorically."
"You mean what about our future?"
"Yes."
"Like walk into the sunset?"
"Yes."
Jesse put his head back so that he was squinting up at the sky. He chewed his gum slowly. The tide was coming in. The reach of the ocean water had forced them back a step.
"I think I love you, Jesse."
Jesse's jaw moved gently as he chewed the gum. The two terns that had been shadowing them flew up suddenly and slanted out over the ocean.
"If I can be with Jenn," Jesse said after a time, "I will be."
Out from shore, a lobster boat chugged past them heading toward Phillips Beach.
"Even if you are together again," Lilly said at last, "maybe we could still have our little… arrangement."
Jesse took a deep breath. He liked Lilly a lot. In bed she was brilliant. With her he felt less alone than he had since Jenn left. He let the breath out slowly.
"Maybe not," he said.
Chapter Sixty-six
Jesse still used a wooden bat. The ball jumped off the aluminum ones much farther, but they didn't give the feeling of entirety, in the hands and forearms, that a wooden bat did. Jesse was playing tonight in shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt. His gun and badge were locked, with his wallet, in the glove compartment of his car. There was a league rule against wearing spikes, so they played in colorfully ornamented sneakers. And Jesse didn't wear batting gloves. He had worn them when he played in the minors, because everyone did, and it hadn't occurred to him not to. But in a twilight soft-ball league they seemed pretentious to him.
Jesse planted his feet in the holes that had already been worn there. But Jesse wasn't uncomfortable. He had never been uncomfortable playing ball. Playing ball was like being home.
He took a pitch wide for a ball.
When you were going good, he remembered, the ball had come up there slowly, looking the size of a cantaloupe. He smiled to himself. Now it was about the size of a cantaloupe. He took a shoulder-high pitch for a strike. He glanced back once at the umpire. The umpire shrugged. Jesse grinned. He'd get a make good in one of these at bats.
He's pitching high and low, Jesse thought. Next time he'll be down.
The wind off the lake swirled a little dust between home and the pitcher's mound. Jesse stepped out. The infield was well over to the left side. The outfield was around to the left and deep. In this league he was a power hitter. Jesse got back in the box.
The next pitch came in thigh high, where Jesse was looking for it, and when he swung he could feel the exact completeness of the contact up into his chest. He dropped the bat and, without looking, began to trot slowly toward first.
Suitcase Simpson, coaching at first, said to him, "Three trees back toward the restaurant."
The opposing third baseman said, "Nice home-run trot."
There were a half dozen people in the stands behind third base. As he came into third, Jesse looked at them. One of them was Joni Shaw. She waved at him. He grinned at her, and ran on home.
Robert B. Parker is the author of nearly forty books, including two other Jesse Stone novels, Night Passage and Trouble in Paradise. He lives in Boston.
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