Morris had confirmed that Gino kept the .38 in his top drawer.
He called Tamara Elkin, the local ME. Theyâd become close friends over the last year or so, though Tamara never made it a secret that she would have preferred the bounds of their friendship extend into the bedroom. But Jesse had held fast to his devotion to Diana even when she was still down in D.C., putting her life back in order and ending her career at the Bureau.
âHey, cowboy,â she said when she heard Jesseâs voice. Tamara had spent years in Texas and liked to tease Jesse that he was the embodiment of the cowboy myth. âTo what do I owe the pleasure of your call?â
âA favor.â
âDo I get to call in a favor in return?â she asked, her voice suddenly deeper and raspy.
âDepends on the favor.â
âIâve seen Diana,â she said, her voice back to normal. âIâve got no shot. I wish I didnât like her so much. Makes it hard to be as jealous as I want to be.â
âDonât sell yourself short, Doc.â
She ignored that. âSo whatâs the favor?â
âI need you to go over a file for me, including an autopsy report and crime scene photos.â
âSure. Just bring it by whenever. What is it Iâm looking for, exactly?â
âInconsistencies.â
âThat all?â she asked, skeptical.
âI donât want to prejudice you. See what you see and weâll talk.â
âOkay. So, Jesse . . . howâs the not drinking coming along?â
He could hear the ice in her drink rattling around in the background. Their mutual love of Johnnie Walker Black was one of the things that had helped cement their friendship. Sometimes when she asked him questions about his drinking, he could swear she was rooting against his success. He guessed he understood her point of view.
âSome days are rougher than others,â he said.
âLike tonight?â
âUh-huh.â
âOkay, Jesse, Iâll see you when you drop the file by.â
âTomorrow.â
âUntil tomorrow,â she said, and then clicked off.
He closed the file, got up off the recliner, and ambled into thekitchen to whip up some eggs for dinner. His cell phone buzzed in his pocket. When he fished it out and looked at the screen, he saw that the call was from a strange number with a 214 area code. Dallas. He recalled what he had said a few minutes before to Tamara Elkin. Some nights truly were rougher than others.
SEVENTEEN
T he mystery was short-lived. He didnât have to be a police chief or an exâhomicide detective to work out who was on the other end of the line. It wasnât Jenn. Jenn had retained her old cell number with the Boston area code. He stared at the screen for a long moment, thinking about letting it go to voice mail. He weighed the value in postponing the inevitable. Though he didnât know much about Hale Hunsicker beyond his home state, his college football career, wealth, and taste in women, Jesse got the sense that Hunsicker wasnât the type of man to surrender easily. And phone tag was one of Jesseâs least favorite games.
âHale,â Jesse said, picking up.
âJesse.â
In just the way he said his name, Jesse could tell this wasnât the same version of Hale Hunsicker heâd gotten the other night. The other night heâd gotten the happy, friendly, good-ole-boy version. He supposed part of that was performance for Jennâs sake.
âWhatâs up, Hale?â
âFrom everything Jenn tells me about you, I figure you to know exactly whatâs up.â
This was definitely a different Hale Hunsicker on the phone. No âour girlâ references, no offers to go shooting and riding out at the ranch. But Jesse didnât necessarily hold Hunsickerâs more businesslike tone against him. Jesse had been in this manâs shoes and had many more yearsâ experience
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