High Profile

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Jesse waited. Lorrie’s tongue flicked her lower lip.

“Oh my God,” Lorrie said again.

“Whaddya think?” Jesse said.

“Well, I, my God . . . of course Conrad had some violence in him. A policeman. A bodyguard. He carried a gun. . . .”

“Maybe?” Jesse said.

“There was a lot of force in Conrad,” Lorrie said. “A lot of passion.”

“So you’re saying he might have done it?”

“I suppose.”

They were quiet.

After a moment Lorrie said, “It could have been Conrad.”

“Any idea why he waited so long?” Jesse said.

Lorrie looked faintly startled.

“So long?” she said.

“You married Weeks in 1990,” Jesse said.

“Conrad could be like that, very patient, very calculating, very cold.”

“But forceful and passionate,” Jesse said.

“Yes.”

“And having been patient and calculating all this time,”

Jesse said, “have you any thought as to what might have caused him to act now?”

“I . . . maybe it was because Walton was going to fire him.”

“You know that?”

“Walton mentioned to me that he was considering it.”

“He say why?” Jesse asked.

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“No. Just that he was thinking about it.”

“Once he didn’t have the good job,” Jesse said, “there would be no reason not to kill Weeks.”

“You know,” Lorrie said. “That sort of makes sense.”

“And the girl?”

“Maybe he had to because she saw him do it,” Lorrie said.

“Good thought,” Jesse said. “Have you seen much of him lately?”

“Not really, not since Walton died,” Lorrie said. Jesse nodded.

“Is there anything else you could tell us about all this?”

“It’s just that I never thought of Conrad,” she said.

“But now that you have?” Jesse said.

“I hate to even think it, but it makes a kind of sense.”

“Yes,” Jesse said. “It does.”

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How come you didn’t tell her how we saw her with Lutz and Hendricks, taking turns?” Suit said as they were drinking coffee with Rosa Sanchez near the station house on West 10th.

“We can always ask her later,” Jesse said. “I was sort of interested in how far she’d go with Lutz.”

Suit took the tape recorder from his shoulder bag and put it on the table. He pressed play.

“It’s just that I never thought of Conrad,” Lorrie said.

“But now that you have?” Jesse said.

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“I hate to even think it,” Lorrie said, “but it makes a kind of sense.”

Suit pressed stop.

“Just making sure we got it?” he said.

“You’re going to play selected portions for this Lutz fella?” Rosa said.

“Yes,” Jesse said.

Suit nodded.

“And we got our pictures,” Suit said.

“Worth a thousand words,” Jesse said.

“You think this guy Lutz did your murders?” Rosa said.

“Maybe.”

“You think the woman is involved with him?”

“Maybe.”

“And you’re going to use her to try and shake him loose,”

Rosa said.

“Yep.”

“And him to shake her loose?” Rosa said.

“Yep.”

“You think they’re the ones?”

“She’s been lying about absolutely everything since I started talking to her. He has never told me any of what you heard me talk with her about.”

“We both know it doesn’t mean they did it,” Rosa said.

“And we both know it doesn’t mean they didn’t,” Jesse said.

“That’s right,” Rosa said. “It’s grounds for suspicion.”

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“She didn’t mention that Weeks was divorcing her,” Suit said.

“Her husband that’s dead?” Rosa said. “The talk-show guy?”

“Yes,” Jesse said.

“Was it going to be a good deal for her?” Rosa said.

“No.”

“No money?”

“Not enough,” Jesse said. “That was going to go to the woman who died with him, and their unborn son.”

“Jesus Christ,” Rosa said. “A motive.”

“Sounds like one,” Jesse said.

“But?”

“But I need to figure out where Lutz is in this,” Jesse said.

“I doubt that she could have done it alone. And why in hell would he do it for her?”

“He’s been seeing her,” Suit said.

“So has Hendricks,” Jesse said.

“Who’s Hendricks,” Rosa said.

Jesse told her.

“He got something going with what’shername Lorrie?”

Rosa said.

“So I’m told.”

“And we got our pictures,” Suit said.

“Suit did the photography,” Jesse said. “He’s very proud.”

“A job worth doing . . .” Suit said.

“You think he’s in?” Rosa said.

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“Hendricks? Don’t know. Can’t rule him out.”

Rosa took a card from her purse and gave it to Jesse. “You guys need me again, call. Deputy superintendent says I’m yours when you need me, unless something comes up.”

“Thanks, Rosa,” Jesse said.

“It was a pleasure watching you work in the interview, smooth, pleasant, keep her talking, show her a way to look good, and, if she’s guilty, throw the blame someplace else,”

Rosa said. “You’re pretty good.”

“Thanks for noticing,” Jesse said.

“She may have killed her husband and his girlfriend and their unborn child,” Rosa said. “And she might have two male accomplices, and she might be bopping them both.”

“And she looks like a charity-ball trophy wife,” Jesse said.

“Appearances can be deceiving,” Rosa said.

“But not forever,” Jesse said.

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