Jesse Stone: Innocents Lost Page #2

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where no one can find you.

You drink alone.

You've talked

to your ex-wife

every day

since your divorce.

You've cut yourself off

from her for three weeks.

And now you feel responsible

for this kid's death.

That's about it.

Before you came here yesterday,

I hadn't seen you

in a month.

Three weeks.

We need to spend more time

together.

Once a month

is not enough.

If you say so.

I got wasted last night.

Okay.

And that's why you called me.

That's correct.

If you need me,

I'll be at the speed trap, sir.

I think it would be

more appropriate not to refer

to the entrance to Paradise

as the speed trap.

I understand, sir.

You don't have

to call me sir.

Did you get the medical

examiner's report, Luthor?

Sir, that won't come in

until toxicology is finalized.

Doc Perkins' preliminary finding

showed no sign of foul play.

Drug overdose

is most likely the...

Cause of death. Good.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it that way.

It's a horrible tragedy,

but at least

there's no indication

of a crime.

Suicide's a crime.

Only technically.

What I meant was,

lots of kids OD.

But crime is bad for tourism,

and tourism

is Paradise's

main business.

I know that, sir.

We may have

gotten lucky here.

It didn't make

this morning's paper,

and I think

we can get the Town Council

to exert some influence

over at the Gazette.

Headline it

something like,

"Boston College Student

Found Dead

of Drug Overdose on Beach Road."

But she lives here.

No, her Mom lives here;

she lived at school in Boston.

What do you think, Luthor?

My sense is,

we need to tell the truth, sir.

That is the truth.

Thanks for dinner.

Are you okay?

I'm fine. Is he there?

He is.

How do you feel about that?

How do I feel about that?

Got to go.

Thelma.

Jesse.

Can I help you, Jesse?

Your hair smells

of violets.

Do you know what

violets smell like?

No, but I'm sure violets

would smell that way

if I'd ever

smelled a violet.

I don't mean this

in any negative way,

but you are maybe the simplest

person I've ever met.

In what way?

You know what you want.

Sometimes I know what I want.

You know what you want

right now.

I do.

Are you going to tell me?

I can't tell you.

You know what you want,

but you can't tell me.

I don't want to presume.

I see.

I can tell you what I'm hoping.

Tell me what you're hoping.

I'm hoping

I can see you sometime.

You mean you're hoping

that you can see me again.

Sorry to keep you

waiting, Jesse.

I came early.

Mrs. Gleffey's a hottie.

Hadn't noticed.

So you're done

with your ex-wife?

Oh, didn't say that.

I'm obsessed

with Thelma, but

I'm in love with Cissy.

Have you talked to her

since she moved to Boston?

How would you know

she moved to Boston?

Small town.

You and Cissy...?

Me and Cissy what, Hasty?

She won't return my calls.

Nice.

Well, I just closed

on a slightly used Beamer M6.

Minty.

Can you imagine?

Who's the lucky guy, Hasty?

Don't ask.

Could you turn that thing off?

I can.

So,

how's the drinking thing going?

I'm very fond of you, Jesse.

I know that, Hasty.

Can I tell you something?

Do I have a choice?

I'm running for Town Council.

Hasty, you're a felon.

So's Marion Barry.

I got one word for you, Jesse--

redemption.

Are you going to church?

No. That's my platform--

redemption.

I'm sorry. This shouldn't

just be about me.

Don't you think

I've got a winner?

Redemption. Just one word.

It's easy to get emotionally.

Kind of punches you in the gut.

I don't like the train.

Lets me think too much.

Excuse me?

You know that car

you let me drive?

- Test-drive.

- Can I drive it to Boston?

You already test-drove it.

Perhaps you could

consider it a loaner.

That would imply you got a car

in here for repair.

You have my Scout.

You're repairing it.

Your Scout's beyond repair.

It's a rusted hulk.

Exactly.

But I don't know

what that's supposed to mean.

- You're saying I have issues?

- You do.

How would you

know that?

I'm the police chief.

- I know everything.

- So I have to spend the night

in jail?

We both do.

What is that supposed to mean?

If you spend the night in jail,

I can't go home.

You can't put me in jail

just because you think

that I have issues.

No, I can't.

And my mom wanted

me out of here.

She did.

So then, why can't I go home?

Public drunkenness is illegal.

- This is not right!

- I'm not in the right

and wrong business; I'm in

the legal and illegal business.

You don't make any sense.

Detective Gammon,

can I talk to you

for a moment?

We don't have

detectives, sir.

Well, what should I call you?

Rose.

Well, Rose, as you know,

we're understaffed here.

We lost a very good man

when Detective DeAngelo left.

I'm sorry. How do we refer

to our personnel?

As "Officers," sir.

Chief Stone had a

problem in that...

He didn't like Officer D'Angelo.

That isn't what

I was going to say, sir.

You don't have

to call me sir, Rose.

What should I call you?

I don't know.

How about "Chief"?

Well, Chief,

the former chief felt

that Officer D'Angelo spent

too much time writing tickets.

- That's a good thing.

- Tickets bring in...

Lot of revenue.

Anyway, being shorthanded,

I'm going to need you here

manning your desk.

This has nothing to do

with you being a woman.

I want you to know that, Rose.

You need someone

to man the telephones,

to be a kind of dispatcher.

I prefer

that you think of it more

as a temporary kind of

home guard action.

Then I'll try

to think of it that way.

Thank you, Rose.

Thank you.

I guess it takes me 24

hours to get offended.

You could have called.

I'm in a dead zone.

Okay.

Truth is, I forgot.

By the time I thought

to call you,

it was raining again.

Was it important?

I don't know.

I got a perp on trial

for robbery and murder.

What's your problem?

What makes you think

I got a problem?

Every time

you stop by

to see how I'm doing,

either you got a problem,

or I got a problem.

Well... you've got a problem.

So do you.

How do you know?

Coply intuition.

Oh.

I don't think

the perp's the perp.

Excuse me?

I don't think he did it.

Did what?

Robbed a liquor store,

got the money,

shot the owner

in the face three times.

Nice.

Your bust?

No. One of my ambitious

college students.

Case is a slam dunk.

Eyewitness ID.

Credit card receipts,

cell phone records

put him in the area

at the right time.

Final arguments are today.

And you got a problem?

I do.

Why do you have a problem?

Coply intuition.

If I set it up,

will you talk to him?

I will.

Just one thing.

This time,

I want to be deputized.

You want to be a consultant

who's deputized?

It might be nice

to carry a badge again.

What's your name again?

Jesse. And yours?

You sure this is

police business?

Yes, ma'am.

State Homicide.

Because Rutherford

College doesn't reveal

this kind of information.

Not even to family.

What if the parents

were paying the bills?

The privacy and integrity

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