Night Passage

Chapter 14

The call came in to the dispatcher at 2:43 in the afternoon. She put it through to Jesse.

“It’s Simpson, Jesse. DeAngelo and I are at Thirteen Sylvan Road. People named Genest. Domestic dispute. I think you need to come over.”

“Do I need the siren?” Jesse said.

“I think you should get over here quick,” Simpson said.

“Here I come,” Jesse said.

The house was a big white one, back from the street and up a slight rise. It was white clapboard with dark green shutters, and a very big maple tree shaded much of the front of it. A Paradise cruiser was parked in the driveway. Jesse shut the siren off as he pulled in behind it and got out. The Chief of Police badge was pinned to his white uniform shirt. He wore pale amber Oakley sunglasses, and no hat, the short.38 on his right hip. The side door of the house stood open and he went in without knocking. In the den to his right were his two officers, a woman, and a bodybuilder with longish blond hair combed back like Kirk Douglas, and a nice tan. The woman was crying.

The bodybuilderʼs name was Jo Jo Genest. The woman was Jo Jo’s ex-wife.

“For crissake,” Jo Jo said. “The chief. Nice shades, chief, very L.A.”

Jesse stared at him without any expression at all.

“Don’t we have a restraining order on you, sir?” Jesse said.

“It ain’t working too good, is it?” Jo Jo said.

“What’s the story?” Jesse said to Simpson.

Suitcase Simpson was a sturdy kid with fair skin and red cheeks. He’d been a tackle in high school. He was twenty-two. His partner was Anthony DeAngelo.

“This is Carole Genest,” Simpson said. “She called us.” Alleges her husband forced his way into the house and threatened her.”

“That right, ma’am?”

She nodded. Her eyes were red, and her nose was running. She sniffed.

“The bastard,” she said in a thick voice, “is going to kill me someday.”

Jesse nodded.

“Kids?” he said.

“I sent them upstairs,” Carole said. “They’re frightened of him too.”

“Anthony,” Jesse said. “You got kids?”

DeAngelo nodded.

“Three,” he said.

“Okay, go upstairs and find the kids and do what you can to make them feel safe.”

“Hey, you got no right talking to my kids,” Jo Jo said.

Jesse paid no attention to him. He nodded at DeAngelo and DeAngelo headed for the stairs.

“Did he say he was going to kill you, ma’am?” Jesse said.

“He says that all the time. And he’s not my husband. We’re divorced.”

“Maybe you’re divorced, slut, I’m not,” Jo Jo said. “You’re my wife until I say you’re not.”

“Can’t you people do anything about him?” Carole said.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jesse said. “We can. Did he hit you or otherwise assault you?”

“Not this time. I called the cops the minute he showed up.”

“Did you invite him in?”

“No fucking way,” Carole said. “I tried to lock him out but he’s still got a key.”

“It’s my house,” Jo Jo said. He was smiling like a man patiently indulging some children. “It’s my wife. I’ll come and go as I fucking please.”

“Did he force his way in?”

“Yes. I tried to hold the door, but he’s — look at him — what am I supposed to do against him?”

“You did what you should have done, ma’am,” Jesse said.

“How about you, Slim?” Jo Jo said to Jesse. “What are you supposed to do against me?”

“But he didn’t assault you?”

“Not this time. He didn’t have time. He beat the shit out of me last time he came. He raped me once. I shoulda gone to the cops then, but we weren’t divorced yet, and... you know conjugal rights... and the kids... I mean how do they feel, everybody talking about how their father raped their mother?”

Her voice trailed off.

“There was no rape and you know it, a husband can’t rape his wife,” Jo Jo said. “You didn’t go to the cops because you loved it.”

As they argued, Jesse nodded, almost absently, as if he were thinking of something else.

“We probably don’t have an assault charge here,” Jesse said to Simpson. “We might get forced entry, even though he had a key. We obviously have him for violating the restraining order.”

Jo Jo laughed.

“Big fucking deal,” he said. “Restraining orders don’t mean shit and you know it.”

“Yes, sir,” Jesse said. “I know.”

“I go to court with my lawyer. They issue a new restraining order. I walk out of court twenty minutes later.”

“That’s how it usually works, sir,” Jesse said pleasantly, “especially if you’ve got some money.”

“Which I do,” Jo Jo said. “And some clout and I can come in here and grab her crotch, or whatever else I want to grab, anytime I goddamned want to.”

“Is that right.?” Carole said to Jesse.

Jesse shook his head.

“Oh?” Jo Jo said. “You just admitted you couldn’t do shit about it.”

“No, sir,” Jesse said. “I said the restraining order probably wouldn’t work.”

“Same thing,” Jo Jo said.

“Not really,” Jesse said, and kicked Jo Jo in the groin.

The movement seemed casual. But it was a very quick movement. And hard. Jo Jo gasped and doubled up and fell over and lay on the pale blue flowered carpet of the den and moaned. Jesse bent over him with a look of blank disinterest and grasped Jo Jo’s hair with his left hand and held his head up and put his face very close to Jo Jo’s and spoke to him.

“You’re all mouth and show muscle,” Jesse said gently. “If you come near this woman again, or if anything happens to her or her kids, no matter what, and no matter whose fault it is, I will kick you around town until you look like roadkill. And if you are annoying, like you were today, maybe Iʼll shoot you.” Jesse tapped Jo Jo on the bridge of the nose with the muzzle of his revolver. “Right here... capeesh?”

Jo Jo was still moaning.

“Answer me, Jo Jo,” Jesse said. “Or I will kick you in the balls again. Capeesh?”

Jo Jo squeezed the word “capeesh” out between moans.

Jesse let Jo Jo’s head go and it thumped on the rug. Jesse stood up.

“Suitcase, you and Anthony stay here until Mr. Genest has gone,” Jesse said. “Ma’am, you should probably get those kids to a shrink.”

Carole’s eyes were wide and bright. There was a flush of color on her cheekbones, as if she had a fever.

“What if he comes back,” she said.

“I don’t think he’ll come back,” Jesse said.

He turned and walked out of the house and down the driveway to his car.

Behind him he heard Suitcase Simpson say, “Jesus Christ!”