Robert B. Parker’s Damned If You Do

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“I know who did it,” Jesse said.

He was sitting in Captain Healy’s office, in front of his desk, a freshly brewed cup of coffee in his hands.

“Who,” Healy said.

“Thomas Walker,” Jesse said.

“You think Thomas Walker killed her?”

“I know he did.”

“Can you prove it?”

“Not without Fat Boy Nelly’s testimony.”

“You got as much chance of getting that as a snowball does in hell.”

“Poetic,” Jesse said.

“Truthful,” Healy said.

“I want to pick him up.”

“On a murder charge? With no proof? Listen to me, Jesse. Nelly will never appear. And even if he did, it would be a case of he said, she said. The D.A. won’t touch this with a ten-foot pole.”

“But he did it.”

“I believe you. Find me some evidence.”

Jesse didn’t say anything.

“You don’t have enough yet,” Healy said.

“Okay. Okay,” Jesse said.

He stood.

“He’s a slippery bastard,” Healy said.

“But catchable.”

“No one’s caught him yet.”

“There’s always a first time,” Jesse said.

“If you say so,” Healy said.