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Fool Me Twice

Jesse Stone [11]

Michael Brandman

NOVELS BY ROBERT B. PARKER

THE SPENSER NOVELS

Robert B. Parker’s Lullaby

(by Ace Atkins)

Sixkill

Painted Ladies

The Professional

Rough Weather

Now & Then

Hundred-Dollar Baby

School Days

Cold Service

Bad Business

Back Story

Widow’s Walk

Potshot

Hugger Mugger

Hush Money

Sudden Mischief

Small Vices

Chance

Thin Air

Walking Shadow

Paper Doll

Double Deuce

Pastime

Stardust

Playmates

Crimson Joy

Pale Kings and Princes

Taming a Sea-Horse

A Catskill Eagle

Valediction

The Widening Gyre

Ceremony

A Savage Place

Early Autumn

Looking for Rachel Wallace

The Judas Goat

Promised Land

Mortal Stakes

God Save the Child

The Godwulf Manuscript

THE JESSE STONE NOVELS

Robert B. Parker’s Killing the Blues

(by Michael Brandman)

Split Image

Night and Day

Stranger in Paradise

High Profile

Sea Change

Stone Cold

Death in Paradise

Trouble in Paradise

Night Passage

THE SUNNY RANDALL NOVELS

Spare Change

Blue Screen

Melancholy Baby

Shrink Rap

Perish Twice

Family Honor

ALSO BY ROBERT B. PARKER

Brimstone

Resolution

Appaloosa

Double Play

Gunman’s Rhapsody

All Our Yesterdays

A Year at the Races

(with Joan H. Parker)

Perchance to Dream

Poodle Springs

(with Raymond Chandler)

Love and Glory

Wilderness

Three Weeks in Spring

(with Joan H. Parker)

Training with Weights

(with John R. Marsh)

ROBERT B. PARKER’S

FOOL ME TWICE

A Jesse Stone Novel

MICHAEL BRANDMAN

G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS

New York

Copyright © 2012 by the Estate of Robert B. Parker

All rights reserved.

For Joanna,

who makes the world go round . . .

and for Joan and Bob

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice, shame on me.

  1  

Jesse Stone’s cruiser pulled up to the stop sign on Paradise Road, preparing to make a right turn onto Country Club Way.

A warm fall breeze blew gently through the cruiser’s open windows. The red and yellow leaves of the elms and maples fluttered haphazardly in the wind. Jesse raised his face to the early-morning sun.

He noticed the car on his left, a late-model Audi A5 coupe, come to a complete stop beside him.

When the driver looked in his direction, Jesse nodded to him.

The Audi pulled away and proceeded through the intersection.

A Mercedes sedan barreled through the stop sign and broadsided the Audi. The Mercedes was doing at least fifty in a twenty-five-mile-per-hour zone.

The Audi collapsed into itself. The impact punched it off the road and into a ditch, where it bounced precariously a couple of times before sliding to an upright stop.

The alarm systems on both cars began to shriek. Front and side air bags deployed in a vicious rush of compressed air, pinning both drivers to their seats.

The Mercedes was driven by a young female. Jesse had seen her looking down as she ran the stop sign. She must have been texting.

He grabbed his cell phone and called the station.

Molly Crane answered.

“I’ve got a bad one at the corner of Paradise and Country Club. Send the entire sideshow. Ambulance. CSI unit. Hazmat team. Also Suitcase.”

“I’m on it, Jesse.”

“Oh, and call Carter Hansen, will you? Tell him I’ll be late.”

Jesse switched on the flashing light bar on top of his cruiser and inched closer to the accident. He stopped in front of the Audi, got out, and walked over to it.

The driver had been immobilized by the deployed air bags. He was sandwiched tightly between his seat and the bag.

He was middle-aged and overweight, wearing a navy blue sport jacket, a button-down white dress shirt, and a gray-and-pink polka-dot bow tie. A chevron-style mustache concealed his upper lip. He was unconscious.

Jesse called out to him.

“Can you hear me, sir?”

There was no response.

Jesse pulled open the door. He reached inside, disabled the alarm system, and used his Leatherman to deflate the air bags.

The man slumped back in his seat. Blood seeped from his nose.

Jesse checked for a pulse.

At least the guy was alive.

Jesse turned and stepped over to the Mercedes.

The teenage driver had also been pinned by the air bags. She wore a uniform bearing the insignia of one of Paradise’s best private schools. Unlike the other driver, she was awake and alert.

“Are you hurt,” Jesse said.

“I don’t think so,” she said.

Jesse nodded.

“Just get me out of this fucking car,” she said.

Jesse looked at her. Satisfied that she wasn’t injured, he circled the Mercedes, checking for damage. Despite the intensity of the crash, the car was relatively intact. He opened the passenger-side door and spotted the item he was looking for.

He walked back to the cruiser, retrieved an evidence bag, then returned to the Mercedes. Slipping a rubber glove on his right hand, he reached beneath the still-inflated air bag and grabbed the iPhone from the car floor.

“What are you doing,” the girl said. “Why aren’t you getting me out of here?”

Jesse ignored her.

He bagged the phone and put it inside his cruiser.

When he returned to the Mercedes, the girl was attempting to wriggle her way out of it.

“Be easier if I deflate the air bags,” Jesse said.

     

 

2011 - 2018