Jesse said.
“Well, I never really thought about it,”
Simpson said.
“I have. I went through it a couple times. Want to guess?”
“None,” Simpson said.
“Surprise.”
Simpson sat back in his chair, holding his little blue notebook in his thick square hand, his forefinger keeping the place.
“Shit,” he sai’d.
“Yeah,” Jesse said.
“I hate that,” Simpson said. “I
hate thinking stuff like this about my hometown.”
“You don’t have to think it about the
town,” Jesse said.
“But you may have to think it about the Horsemen.”
Simpson sat frowning. It looked odd. His big pink-cheeked baby face wasn’t supposed to frown.
“What about us, Jesse? We don’t have a
Jewish cop.”
“No blacks either,” Jesse said.
“I know, but, hell, I don’t think
there’s any black people in town.”
“That would weed out a lot of applicants,”
Jesse said.
“But there’s plenty of Jewish people in town. Christ, were tons of them in school with me.”
: :‘Who ,red the force?“ Jesse said.
,, i:: ü don’t know. Torn hired,,m,e.
Selectmen approved.
‘ Which means Hathaway, Jesse said. “The other two /;go with what Hasty decides.” along “I guess so.” .
“I checked,” Jesse said. “Torn
hired everybody, with Selectmen approving, except Lou Burke. Lou was here before Carson came. Know any Jews who wanted to be
“Oh hell, Jesse, I don’t know. I mean I never thought much about it. I never even nofic,ed there were no Jews on the force until we started talking. ‘
“So what do you think?” Jesse said.
“About what?”
“About all of this. No permits for people who aren’t Horsemen. No permits for Jews. No Jews in the Horsemen.
No blacks. No Jews.“
“Oh hell, Jesse, I ain’t a thinker. Jesus!
I come on the cops because it was a nice job for a guy with no college.
You know? Some prestige, some benefits. People pay attention to you. I can’t figure out shit about Jews and gun permits and the damned Horsemen.“
Jesse grinned.
“Don’t kid me, Suit. You came on the cops because you were born to be a crime buster. Think about some things: Who runs the town?“
“Selectmen.”
“All of them?”
“Well, no. Mr. Hathaway, really.”
“Yes,” Jesse said.
“And who runs Freedom’s
Horsemen?‘ ’
“Hathaway.”
“Right again. And, what is the connection between Free dom’s Horsemen and the Paradise Police Department.” simpson sat back frowning, like a slow earnest kid trying to get the right answer. Then suddenly his face cleared and he sat up.
“Lou,” he said.
Jesse nodded slowly.
“And does it appear the Freedom’s Horsemen are influencing policy in the Paradise Police Department?”
“Not since you came, Jesse.”
“Before me?”
“Yes.”
They were quiet. Through the office window Jesse watched the yellow school buses pulling out of the town lot.
“What’s this all mean, Jesse?”
Jesse kept looking at the school buses as they pulled out onto Main Street and peeled off in different directions.
Then he swiveled his chair around so he could look at Simpson directly.
“Suit,” he said. “I
don’t know what it means exactly.
But one thing I think it means is that we better not talk about this with anybody but you and me.“
“Not even the other cops?”
“No.”
“Jesse, I known some of these guys all my life.”
“Just you and me, Suit.”
Simpson nodded.
“Capeesh?” Jesse said.
“Capeesh.”
Jesse nodded approvingly. Suitcase didn’t know, and didn’t need to know, yet, about Torn Carson’s murder. He didn’t need to know about Jo Jo’s silent taunt at the Harvest Fair.
“I don’t like all this,” Simpson
said. “All this stuff that isn’t what
it’s supposed to be.”
“I don’t either, SUit, but I guess
we’re stuck with it.
What do you know about Cissy Hathaway?“
The pink in Simpson’s cheeks deepened and spread over his whole face.
“What do you mean?” he said.
“She fool around?”
Simpson was in full blush. He started to speak and stopped and shifted a little in his chair.
“Suit,” Jesse said. “I watched
her talk to Jo Jo at the Harvest Fair Saturday. I was asking about her and him.”
Simpson settled into the chair. His face seemed to cool slightly.
“Gee, Jesse, I haven’t heard a thing about that.”
“But I’m missing something. What am I
missing, Suit?”
Simpson shrugged.
“Come on, Suit. I asked you about Cissy Hathaway and you looked like you just swallowed a squirrel.”
Simpson smiled. It was a complicated expression, Jesse thought. Uneasy, proud, confidenfal, evasive. He would not have thought Suitcase could feel that many things at the -same time.
“Suit,” Jesse said, “you been
plonking Cissy Hathaway.‘
‘
There was a long pause while Simpson looked around the room as if he were thinking about escape.
Then Simpson said, “Yes, sin I have.”
a horse in his life, but he had seven pairs of cowboy boots.
He liked the height they gave him. With his feet up on his desk he was admiring a new pair he was wearing for the first time, made from rattlesnake skin. He took a Kleenex from a box in the bottom left drawer of his desk, and robbed a small stain off the toe of his right boot. It looked like a splash of coffee had dried on there. While he was doing this a uniformed deputy came in.
“Nice boots,” the deputy said.
“Rattlesnake.”
“I could see that. I got a guy downstairs, Charlie, wants to talk with somebody about the guy got blown up on Route Fifty-nine a while back.”
“That’d be me,” Charlie said.
He crumpled the Kleenex and put it in the wastebasket under his desk. Then he swung his boots down and stood up.
“Tell you anything else?” Charlie asked.
They started down the corridor to the elevator.
“Nope.”
“What do you have him for?”
“Armed robbery. Him and another guy tried to knock over the bank at the shopping center down on South Doug-
“You got him good?”
“Talk about a bad day,” the deputy said.
“Two of our guys walked in on him, going to cash their paychecks.”
Charlie Buck smiled.
“So he hasn’t got much room to
bargain.”
“He’s a lot of priors, He’s
looking at twenty, easy,” the deputy said.
They got in the elevator and started down.
“What’s his name?” Charlie Buck
asked.
“Matthew Ploughman. Says he’s from
Denver.”
“He in the interrogation room?”
“Not yet. I didn’t know if you’d
want o talk with him.” I’ll go in,“
Charlie Buck said. ”You bring him to me.“
The interrogation room was small with gray cinder block walls and no windows, and only a one-way observation port in the door. There was a shabby maple table and two chairs.
A’s.
ign on the wall read “Thank You For Not Smoking.”
Charlie went to the far end of the room and leaned on the wall. He waited silently while two deputies.brought Ploughman in and left, closing the door behind them.
Ploughman was short and scrawny with a long beard and a lot of hair. His eyes were small a, nd close together and his nose seemed insufficient compared to the rest of his face. He stood, not sure whether to sit, just inside the closed door.
“You got a smoke, man?” he said.
Buck nodded at the sign on the wall.
“Sit down,” he said.
Ploughman pulled out one of the chairs and sat, his clasped hands resting on the table edge.
“What have you got for me?” Buck said.
“I can help you with that bomb killing on Route Fifty-nine.”
Ploughman said.
“Go ahead,” Buck said.
“Do I get something back?”
Buck shrugged.
“Hey, I ain’t trying for Eagle Scout, you know. I scratch your back, I want you to scratch mine.”
“Matthew,” Buck said.
“You’re looking at twenty years, maybe more. You and I are not negotiating as equals.”
“Hey, don’t I know it. I’m the
one sitting in a holding cell with no cigarettes. But I can help you, and if I do, you could get me a break in court.”
“Maybe.”
“Lemme get my lawyer in here, we can work out some sort of deal.”
Buck shook hi head.
“You give me what you got, I like it, then we talk with your lawyer.”
“I got a right to an attorney,” Ploughman said.
“You been arrested, Matthew. You’re not being questioned.
You asked to talk with me. You want to talk, talk.
Otherwise I go back upstairs and finish my coffee.“
Ploughman was silent, the tip of his tongue ran back and forth across his lower lip. Buck waited a moment, then shrugged and started for the door. He knocked, and the door opened immediately.
“Wait,” Ploughman said.
“For what,” Buck said.
“I’ll do it your way,” Ploughman
said.
· Buck turned and Walked slowly back to the end of the room and leaned on the wall. The door closed. Buck folded his arms on his chest.
“Go ahead,” Buck said.
fools around.“
“She does with me, yes, sir.”
Simpson was like a good boy in the principal’s office.
“Stop calling me. sir,” Jesse said.
“You think she fools around with anyone but you.‘?”
“I don’t know.”
“How’d you and she get
started.‘?”
“Jeez, Jesse, I’m sorry, but I
don’t see where it’s any of your business, you know?”
Jesse knew that Simpson was right. Unless it connected to something, Jesse had no business asking him personal questions. There wasn’t any particular reason not to tell about Jo Jo. But Jesse didn’t know his situation, didn’t know quite what was going on, and when he found himself in circumstances like that his instinct was to close down, trust no one, and watch carefully. But he needed information, any information, and here was some and it might be helpful.
“I think Jo Jo killed the Portugal gift,”
Jesse said.
“You think he killed the girl?”
“Yeah, and he had to let me know it.”
“He told you?”
“No, nothing I can arrest him for, but he told me.”
“Why the bell would he do that?”
“Because it’s about me and him,”
Jesse said. “He did the patrol car and he did Captain Cat, because I knocked him around in front of his wife.”
“So why wouldn’t he come straight after you?”
“Because he’s afraid to. I’m a
cop. I’ve got authority.
I’ve got a gun. He assaults me and I can have him in jail.“
“So he does stuff to embarrass you?”
“Yeah. Just like I embarrassed him. But it’s no good if
I don’t know it’s him, so he had to let me know.“
“What’d he do?”
“He stood across the common from me and smiled mid mouthed ‘slut’ at me.”
“But that doesn’t mean he did it. He could be ragging you about it even if he didn’t.”
“He did it,” Jesse said. :‘I
been at this too long to be wrong. He needed to tell me.“
“So what’s that got to do with Mrs.
Hathaway?”
“Just before Jo Jo told me he did it, she was making goo-goo eyes at him over the cider table.”
“That doesn’t mean she’s having
an affair with him.”
“It’s not something you expect to
see,” Jesse said. “I see something I
don’t expect, I want to know about it. The fact that I opened the door and you were behind it is an accident.”
Simpson sat and thought about this. Jesse waited.
There’s too much coming at him, Jesse thought. He doesn’t know enough. He’s not old enough yet. He wants to talk about it, hell, he’s dying to, but he thinks it‘.s dishonorable.
“I met Mrs. Hathaway at the Yacht Club,”
Simpson said. “Some kind of big wedding reception, I was doing a paid detail. She started talking to me, and at the end of the party she asked me to drive her home, because her husband was going out with a few of the men afterwards and she was tired. So I took her home and she asked me in and…”
“Okay,” Jesse said. “I
don’t need the details. In effect she picked you up.”
“Yes.”
“And she was both affectionate and
expert.”
“You better believe it,” Simpson said.
“Way to go, Cissy.”
Simpson blushed more darkly.
“It’s not like she was my
first,” he said. “But…”
“She was your first grown-up,” Jesse said.
Simpson nodded.
“She’s amazing,” he said.
“I don’t want to sound
harsh’here, Suit, but you might not be the only guy she ever picked up.”
Simpson shrugged..
“She say anything about her husband?”
“She said they get along fine, but the
fire’s gone out.”
“In his furnace only,” Jesse said.
“I think she likes him though,” Simpson said.
“You think he knows?”
Simpson shook his head.
“I don’t know. She’s not all
that careful. I don’t think he wants to know.”
They were quiet, until Simpson said, “I still don’t see what it’s got to do with Tammy Portugal.”
“I don’t either, Suit. Maybe I will later.
If she’s connected to Jo Jo, and if Jo Jo did the Portugal girl… knowing is always better than not knowing.”
“Always?” Simpson said.
“if you’re a cop,” Jesse said,
“always.”
Simpson sat for a time thinking. Jesse knew he didn’t believe it was always better to know. But he was getting older every minute, and Jesse knew he would believe it, if he stayed with the cops,
Buck nodded.
“Well, I know some guy from one of the militias, come to me, said he needed something done for a comrade in arms back east. That’s what he called him, a comrade in arm.s.”
Buck waited.
“They talk funny as a bastard, these guys, you ever notice?
He says that there’s a guy out here that threatens the comrade in arms back east and he has to be deactivated.“
Ploughman waited for Buck’s reaction. Buck had no reaction and Ploughman looked disappointed.
“Deactivated! They want him clipped, why don’t they just say so, you know? So I tell this guy, No. I steal shit, but I don’t kill people. I mean I’ll carry a piece sometimes and make people think I would, you gotta make them think so, otherwise whaddya do, go in the bank and say gimme the money or I’ll yell at you? But I never used it. I ain’t a life taker. So I says no. And the militia guy kind of nods and looks at me like I’m a freaking enemy of the people and he says, well perhaps they will have to send someone.”
Ploughman stopped, looking pleased. Buck waited.
“And that’s it,” Ploughman said.
“That’s what you got to buy off twenty
years?”
“Hell, it’s good. It tells you who ordered the hit and that they probably sent their own man. That’s golden, for cris-sake.”
“Who did they send?” Buck asked.
“I don’t know. They found out I
wasn’t the man, they didn’t have anything else to say to me.”
“You hear of them approaching anyone besides you?”
“No.”
“How much were they going to pay you?”
“Five.”
“Five thousand?”
“Yeah. They’re all cheap
bastards,” Ploughman said. “I never saw a militia guy willing to go first class.”
Where in the east?“
“Didn’t say. But I figure you guys know where he came from.”
Buck didn’t answer. He stood with his arms folded, leaning on the wall, admiring his boots. Then he shifted his look to Ploughman.
“Tell your lawyer to see me,” Buck said finally.
“Can you work something out?” Ploughman said.
“Have him call me,” Buck said and went and knocked on the door. , kitchen when Jenn called.
“Is it later there or earlier,” Jenn asked.
“It’s eight o’clock where you
are,” Jesse said, “and eleven o’clock
where I am.”
“Are you drinking?”
“I’m having one scotch before
bed,” Jesse said.
“Just one?”
“Funny thing, Jenn. There’s a lot of
pressure here all of a sudden, and it seems like I don’t need a drink. I haven’t had more than one since the pressure began.”
“Are you in trouble?”
“There is trouble,” Jesse said.
“I don’t know yet if I’m in it.”
,,Can you tell me about it?“
“The trouble? Sure. The guy I replaced in this job got murdered in Wyoming. A woman got murdered and I think it’s a way of getting at me.”
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