What kind of lecture would they give Michelle then, she wondered. She kind of liked Jesse, though. She finished her cigarette and lit another one.
With the tiny red glow of the freshly lit Camel Lig bing from the corner of her mouth, she slid out the 1 door and climbed down the back ladder and set her backyard.
Jo Jo said. Maybe found out about Hasty laundering cash for Gino.“
“You were the go-between?” Jesse said.
“Yeah. I set it up.”
It was late, ‘and Jesse was tired. He and Jo Jo were on their respective sides of the barred door to Jo Jo’s cell.
Jesse had a tape recorder. There was a single overhead light in the cell corridor with no shade.
“Hasty’d get a couple percent of what he laundered, and
I guess he was using that money to finance the Horsemen.“
“How did he launder it?”
“Just didn’t fill out the cash deposit
forms, I guess,” Jo Jo said. “It was his freakin‘ bank, you know? Then he’d deduct his two percent, put it in the Horsemen’s account, and wire-transfer the rest to checking accounts in other banks. Now it’s in the banking system nice and legitimate.
Gino would write checks on the new accounts. No nasty pile up on Some treasury agent’s desk in Washing[:
“And you think Chief Carson got wind of this?”
“My guess, yeah. And he wouldn’t go with it. Everybody knows it’s drug mopey. And I heard that Torn said ‘he,coul,t let that slide.’
,And?
“So they got him to resign, and set him up in a town out in Wyoming. Some Posse group out there fixed it. And he was out there a while, they sent Lou out to blow him up. They wanted the local Posse guys to do it, but that didn’t work out?‘
“Why didn’t they just kill him right
away?”
“We talked about it. Decided it would draw too much attention to kill a police chief. Figured an ex-police chief out in the freakin‘ boondocks someplace would go down easier. I think they thought the bomb would pulverize him and they’d never be able to get an I.D.”
“Wyoming cops I.D.‘d him,” Jesse
said. “How about Tammy?”
“Hasty was tapping her,” Jo Jo said.
“She wanted him to leave his wife and marry her. You know Hasty. He thinks he’s a leading freakin‘ citizen.
Can’t have that. So he told me to dump her.”
“Did he tell you to make it part of the pattern of the painted police car and the dead cat?”
“No, my idea. I had it in for you ever since you suckered me, in front of my ex.”
“I know. I knew you were pulling the
‘slut’ stuff and I knew why.”
“But you ‘couldn’t prove it. I
thought it would be cool to do her in a way made you look bad.”
“How about Lou Burke?” Jesse said.
Jo Jo smiled.
“Hasty wrote the damn suicide note. Didn’t trust me to.”
“Why’d you kill him?”
“Hasty said to. Said you were getting too dose. Said Lou would talk eventually. So I got him to meet me up on Indian Hill.
Told him it was Horsemen business. And I threw him over.”
Jesse was silent for a moment. Jo Jo was finally getting a chance to brag. He was telling the stories almost eagerly, as if they were interesting things that he’d done on vacation.
“I knew about Hasty and Tammy,” Jesse
said. “It was in her diary.”
Jo Jo shrugged.
“And Lou’s suicide note was
typewritten.”
“Couldn’t handwrite it,” Jo $o
said. “Be too easy to see it wasn’t
Burke’s writing.”
“Except Lou didn’t have a
typewriter,” Jesse said.
“Coulda typed it here.”
“Nope. We’re all computerized.”
Jo Jo made & disgusted sound.
“Freakin‘ Hasty is so stupid, you know. He thinks he’s Napoleon or something with his freakin’
Horsemen.”
“So how come you sent the picture of Cissy to her minister?‘’
Jesse said.
Jo Jo smiled broadly. “Sent it to a lot of people,” he said. “Sent one to Hasty too.”
“I’ll bet he was pleased,” Jesse
said. “You take it?”
“Yeah. Her idea. She liked being tied up. Spanked.
Weird broad—big time. Had a lot of poon tang with that broad, and you know how most broads are—all the time moaning about loveshe wasn’t like that, she liked the sex, but she was always like mad while we was doing it.
She liked to pretend I was forcing her, you know?
Grim.“
Jesse nodded.
“She was banging one of your cops too, you know.”
“Probably pretended he was rescuing her,”
Jesse said.
“How come you decided to go public.”
“With the pictures? I was, ah, brokering an arms deal for Hasty. Gino was supposed to get him some heavy weapons—you know Gino?”
Jesse shook his head.
“Major dude in Boston,” Jo Jo said.
“Queer as a square donut, but really wired.”
“And you know him through the money
laundering.”
Jesse said. He was stroking Jo Jo’s ego.
“Yeah, I know Gino. Hasty’s a big deal in town here maybe, but on the street, he’s nowhere. He had problems, he always had to come to me.”
“So he asked you to get him heavy
weapons?”
“Yeah. Machine guns, mortars, some kind of antiaircraft missiles. I’m telling you, he thinks he’s going to take over the town and, you know, defy the freaking gov-ernmeut.‘
‘
Jo Jo laughed. Jesse laughed along with him. Couple of good old boys, Jesse thought, chewing the fat in the back room.
“So I set him up with Gino and Hasty gets high and mighty with him when they have a meeting and when the time comes for the guns, they take his money and stiff him.‘ ’
“No guns,” Jesse said.
“None, and he blames me. Freaking twerp. Says it’s my fault. Says I better get the money back or else.
He’s actually threatening me. Well, first I thought maybe I’d just break his scrawny neck for him, wring it like he was a chicken, you know? But then I think no, be smart, Jo Jo.
Don’t get mad. Get even. So I got some of the pictures of his old uake e. lady and I sent them out. I sent one to his minister and one to him and one to the president of the Paradise Garden Club that Cissy belonged to. Ought to freak them out. I was going to send a few out every day. Drive Hasty crazy.”
$o Jo laughed again. Jesse felt like he’d bathed in dirty water. He shut off the tape recorder.
“Think about something, Jo Jo,” Jesse
said. “When I suspended Lou Burke Hasty was so worried about what Burke might say that he had you kill him.”
“I’ve actually arrested you, and you know more than Burke.”
“You think he’ll try for me?”
“He’ll have to,” Jesse said.
“Or he’s a goner.”
“How’s he gonna get me in here?”
Jo Jo said.
“My guess is he’ll try to get you out of here, one way or another.‘ ’
“And?”
“And kill you,” Jesse said. “You
know the Horsemen.
Do they believe in him?“
“Yeah. Assloles. They think he’s
freakin‘ George Washington.”
Jesse nodded.
“You think he’ll try to kill me?”
“I think he’ll try to kill us
both,” Jesse said.
the men n battle dress fatigues gathered around the station, he could see Jesse on the front steps with a shotgun. There were no lights
showing at the station, but several men in the crowd had flashlights focused on Jesse. Simpson parked quietly on the street and got out. He was in uniform, wearing a bulletproof vest. He carried a shotgun and his service pistol. He stood silently in the shadows behind the Horsemen.
Two steps forward of the other Horsemen, Hasty Hathaway stood very straight in front of Jesse.
“We’re relieving you of your
duties,” he said to Jesse.
“And we are coming to take your prisoner.”
Simpson felt someone move up beside him. It was Abby Taylor.
She had on something that looked like a navy pea coat and the‘ collar was high up around her head so that Simpson could barely see her face. Her hands were deep in her pockets. She loOked briefly at Simpson and then looked at Jesse on the station steps.
Neither of them spoke.
On the steps Jesse worked the pump on his shotgun and jacked a shell up into the chamber. The sound of the action was very sharp in the quiet night. Jesse was wearing a vest too, Simpson noted.
“Couple of things, Hasty,” Jesse said.
His voice wasn’t loud but it carried and the men were very still, nearly trancelike, confronting the stunning thing they were about to do.
“First,” Jesse said. “Anything
happens here and I’ll kill you.”
As he spoke Jesse raised the shotgun slowly and aimed it directly at Hasty. Before he could stop himself, Hasty took a step back.
“Second,” Jesse said.
“I’m arresting you for the murders of Torn Carson, Tammy Portugal, and Lou Burke.”
Peter Perkins’s Mazda pickup pulled in beside Simpson’s car, and Perkins and Anthony DeAngelo got out, with shotguns and vests. They looked at Simpson. Silently Simpson gestured that they should spread out behind the Horsemen.
Molly Crane arrived on foot. She was wearing sweats and sneakers and her ‘service pistol. Her badge was pinned to the sweatshirt. Simpson pointed her to the left and she nodded and went.
“You can’t bluff us, Stone,”
Hasty said. He felt dreadful about stepping back. His face felt hot. He tried to make his voice cut like Jesse’s had. “We have relieved you of duty.
Step aside or… step aside… or be
killed.“
“I hear one round go up into one chamber,”
Jesse said,
“and I will shoot you dead, Hasty.”
Hasty didn’t step back this time, but he glanced automatically around at his troops to see that no one put a round up.
“You are a murderer and a goddamned fraud. What you really want is to kill me, and to kill Jo Jo. What were you going to do, rush the jail and shoot him? Claim it was a stray bullet? Poor Jo Jo. You gotta kill him because he knows. You tell your men how you got connedon the arms deal? Jo Jo knows. You tell them how you were sleeping with Tammy Portugal until she wanted to get serious, then you had Jo Jo kill her? You tell them how you had Torn Carson killed? Jo Jo could tell them.”
As Jesse talked the other cops drifted in: John Maguire, Arthur Angstrom, Eddie Cox, Billy Pope, Pat Sears.
“You tell them that when I had some evidence on Lou Burke you had Jo Jo throw him off the top of Indian Hill?”
Something like an inaudible sigh moved through the Horsemen as Jesse talked. Hasty felt it. He looked at the small dark eye of Jesse’s shotgun only five feet away, and he backed away.
In the darkness behind the Horsemen Suitcase Simpson spoke soffiy to Abby, still standing beside him.
“Go to Peter Perkins’s track. When you see the lights go on in my car turn them on in the track.”
Sheltered among his troops, shielded by other Horsemen from the gaze of Jesse’s shotgun, Hasty said in as much voice as he could command, “Third squad marksmen, prepare to fire.”
A set of headlights behind them went on, and then a second set and the Horsemen were bathed in light. Then Simpson’s voice, amplified by a bullhorn, came from the darkness behind the light.
“This is the Paradise Police,” ,the voice said. “We have you surrounded. Put down your weapons.”
There was a long frozen silence. The Horsemen nearest Hasty turned and looked at him, waiting. Hasty didn’t know what to do. He had not thought of this. He didn’t know what to do.
With the shotgun held in his right hand and pointing straight toward the sky, Jesse walked down the steps of the station and shoved past three Horsemen to stand in front of Hasty. His face was right next to Hasty’s.
“You have the right to remain silent,”
Jesse said. “You have the fight to an attorney.”
Hasty started to back away and Jesse stayed close to him, walking him backward through the Horsemen as he recited the Miranda rights. The battle-dressed Horsemen parted silently as Hasty backed out of the group and into the police perimeter in the darkness beyond the headlights. Behind the headlights Suitcase Simpson stopped him with a hand in his back. Molly came out of the darkness and handed Jesse a pair of handcuffs and Jesse snapped them onto Hasty’s wrists.
In the distance, sounding very clearly through the quiet night, came the sound of sirens.
“That’ll be the state cops,”
Simpson said.
“You call them?” Jesse said.
“Yes.”
“Good thought.”
The sound of the sirens broke the last resistance among the Horsemen. They began to drop their weapons and move away from the station. As the sirens got louder the Horsemen began to move faster and soon they were running, out of the bright headlights, past the silent policemen who made no attempt to stop them, heading home in the darkness, leaving their rifles and shotguns on the ground where they had stood.
Jesse felt gray and empty, his mouth dry and bitter, wire the flat joyless contumescence of.dissipated tension. He was his desk in his office ,,w, ith Heay, the state police captain. at
“How’d it go down? Hedy said.
Jesse’s voice was soft andlHealy had to lean forward to hear him.
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“Kid named Michelle/Merchant. Her father’s a Horseman. She heard the plan and told a woman I know, Abby Taylor.”
“The town attorney,” Healy said.
“Sometimes. Abby called the station, but the phones were dead, so she called Sui];—Simpson—-one of my cops.”
“Well, now you know whose side your department is on.”
Jesse nodded.
“Good to know,” Healy said.
Jesse nodded again, a movement so small that .Healy wasn’t sure he’d made it.
“You talk to Wyoming?” Healy said.
“Yeah. They want Hathaway for blowing up Torn Carson.”
“The prosecutors will work it out,” Healy said. “Genest going to stand up when it’s time to testify?”
Jesse nodded again. “He knows Hathaway was trying to kill him last night,” Jesse said. “He’ll talk until you don’t want to listen.”
“What do you want to do about the rest of the mob?”
Healy said.
Jesse didn’t answer for so long that Healy thought maybe Jesse hadn’t heard him. Finally Jesse shrugged slightly.
“I think most of them are harmless,” he said.
“You know who most of them are?”
“I can put together a list of Horsemen. Be harder to prove that any particular one was here last night,” Jesse said.
“Might be some federal charges,” Healy
said. “Armed insurrection?”
“i’ll let the Feds worry about
that,” Jesse said. “Most of these guys are just guilty of being jerks.”
“Lot of that going around,” Healy said.
“A lot,” Jesse said.
“I’ll settle for lifting their gun per-
“Probably a way to do that,” Healy said.
“You know the kid blew the whistle on them?”
“Yes,” Jesse said.
“Good kid?”
“Kind of a burnout,” Jesse said.
“Well, she saved your ass.”
“I plan to mention that to her,” Jesse
said. “Abby Taylor too.”
The light from the east was whiter now, making the electric lights in Jesse’s office look weak.
“You should get out of here,” Healy said.
“There’s going to be a lot to do later.”
‘
nodded and swiveled in his chair and looked out Jesse his window. There was a television van with its odd-looking antenna parked next to the police cruisers. Channel Three/Action News was stenciled on the side.
“And the media is always with us,” he
said.
“I’m getting too old for this all-night shit,” Healy said.
“You got a bottle of whiskey somewhere?”
Jesse took it out of his bottom drawer and put it on the desk in front of Healy.
“Glass on the windowsill,” Jesse said.
“Join me?”
Jesse shook his head. Healy poured about an inch and drank it down. Then he capped the bottle and pushed it back across the desk toward Jesse. Jesse didn’t stir. He was too tired to put it away.
“How long you been on this job?” Healy
said.
“About six months.”
“Nice start,” Hea[y said.
After Healy left, Jesse sat for a while until he got the strength to get up. He walked past the television c6w without speaking, and got in his car and went ho6. He was so tired it was hard to focus on the road. Th sun was up by the time he got home and there was a different tone to the black winter water in the harbor. He pared in his slot and walked heavily up the teps to his condonumui — m.
When he opened the door he heard the television. He closed the door quietly behind him and took out his gun and walked softly to the living room. Sitting on the sofa with her feet up on the coffee table watching the early-morning news was his ex-wife.
“Jesus Christ, Jenn,” Jesse said.
She stood and smiled at him.
“You’re okay,” she said.
Jesse nodded.
“The janitor let me in,” Jenn said.
“I told him I was your wife.”
“You’re not,” Jesse said.
“We’re divorced.”
“I saw on the news about last night,” Jenn said.
“It’s over,” Jesse said.
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