"Why couldn't Jenn have been like these women?" Dix said.
Jesse nodded.
"Exactly," he said.
Dix was quiet. Jesse was quiet.
"What are they like?" Dix said, after a time.
"The wives?"
Dix nodded.
"They're twins," Jesse said. "Identical twins."
Dix waited.
"They live side by side in big houses on Paradise Neck. Houses look alike, inside and outside. Like they were decorated, or whatever, by the same person."
"Pretty close," Dix said.
Jesse nodded.
Dix waited.
"They're very good-looking," Jesse said.
Dix nodded.
"And they love their husbands."
Dix waited. Jesse was quiet.
"How do you know?" Dix said.
"They are so attentive," Jesse said. "They sit beside their husband. They pat his arm. They look at him and listen to him and seem thrilled to be with him."
"Attentive," Dix said.
"Yes."
"Affectionate," Dix said.
"Yes."
"How about the husbands?" Dix said.
"Reggie Galen," Jesse said. "And Knocko Moynihan. Both mobsters. Reggie ran things mostly north, and Knocko had the South Shore."
"They still in the business?" Dix said.
"They say not, but I don't believe them."
"Why were you talking to them?"
"Guy worked for one of them, slugger named Petrov Ognowski, got killed and his body dumped on the Paradise Neck causeway."
"And you talked to the other man why?"
"He lived next door," Jesse said. "He had a record."
"Any reason to think they were involved?"
"No reason to think anything yet," Jesse said. "You used to be a cop. Guy gets killed in the neighborhood of two mobsters, you talk to them."
Dix nodded.
"These gentlemen seem to recognize their good fortune?" Dix said.
"In their wives, you mean?"
Dix nodded.
"They seem happy," Jesse said.
"Attentive?" Dix said.
Jesse shrugged.
"I guess so," he said.
"Affectionate," Dix said.
"I imagine," Jesse said.
"But it was the wives who really struck you," Dix said.
"Yes."
"Jenn ever attentive and affectionate?" Dix said.
"Before we were married," Jesse said. "And a little while after."
"So she was capable of it," Dix said.
Jesse nodded.
"What made it so frustrating," he said. "She could and she didn't."
"Yes," Dix said. "That would be frustrating."
"And she was probably that way with other men?"
"Affectionate and attentive?" Dix said.
"Yeah."
"And you know this how?" Dix said.
"Figures," Jesse said. "She wanted something."
"How about these wives?" Dix said.
"They seem genuine to me," Jesse said.
"Perhaps you want them to be genuine," Dix said.
"Why?" Jesse said. "Why would I care?"
Dix looked at his watch. It was his signal that the fifty minutes were up.
"Don't know," Dix said. "Think about it. We can talk some more on Thursday."
"These two frogs get to marry the princesses," Jesse said. "I get the whore."
"We'll talk Thursday," Dix said.
18
HER SISTER let them into Roberta Moynihan's house and got them seated in the living room. When Roberta came in they all stood.
"I'm very sorry about your husband, Mrs. Moynihan," Jesse said. "We all are."
"Robbie," she said. "Please call me Robbie."
Jesse nodded. Robbie's face was pale and tight. But her eyes were dry. She seemed in control of herself. Rebecca Galen stood to the side, near her sister.
Jesse said, "This is Captain Healy, Robbie, the homicide commander for the state police. And the gentleman with him is Sergeant Liquori, of the state organized-crime unit."
Healy and Liquori nodded gravely.
"This is Roberta Moynihan," Jesse said.
Robbie smiled faintly and gestured toward the chairs they'd risen from.
"Please," she said, "sit down."
They sat.
"I know this will not be easy, Mrs. Moynihan," Healy said.
"Robbie," she said.
"But please put up with us as long as you can."
"I'll stay as long as you need, Captain," Robbie said. "It's the only way left for me to help my husband."
Her voice shook at the end of the sentence. But she breathed in, and when she spoke her voice was steady.
"What do you want to know?"
"Are you suspicious of anyone in your husband's death," Healy said.
"Francis had enemies," she said. "You know the life he used to lead."
Jesse saw Liquori's face twitch a little when Robbie said "used to lead," but he stayed quiet.
"Anyone specific?" Healy said.
"No, and nothing recent."
"No threats. No increased security?"
"No."
"Your husband carry a gun?"
"Sometimes," she said. "As I said, I know there were enemies."
"He wasn't wearing one when he was found," Healy said.
Robbie nodded.
"When's the last time you saw your husband?" Healy said.
"The night he was killed," Robbie said. "We had dinner and sat on the deck afterwards, as we usually do in good weather…"
She paused and breathed and went on.
"And he said he was going for a walk. I offered to go with him, and he thanked me but said he needed to think a little and he'd do that better alone… He said when we were together it was hard to think of anything else."
Healy nodded and looked at Liquori.
"If I may," Liquori said, "I'd like to read you a list of names, see if you recognize any."
"Of course," Robbie said.
Liquori read about ten names. Robbie listened attentively. When he was through she sat silently for a moment, then shook her head.
"I don't know any of them," she said. "I suppose they are acquaintances of my husband's?"
Liquori did not respond. He was a lean, bald guy with a big nose.
"Has your husband traveled lately?" he said.
"No," she said. "Francis hasn't gone anywhere at all for, like, a year."
Liquori nodded and looked at Healy. And so it went for maybe an hour while Jesse listened.
Finally Rebecca Galen stepped forward.
"I think we've talked long enough for today," she said. "I know my sister will be willing to talk again. But the doctor has prescribed a sedative, and I think she should take it."
"One other question," Jesse said. "Ray Mulligan? Where was he when Knocko was murdered?"
Robbie shook her head.
Rebecca said, "Knocko fired him the week before."
"They were old friends," Jesse said. "School days. Why'd he fire him?"
Robbie shook her head again.
"They had a disagreement," Rebecca said. "Neither of us knows about what. Our husbands' world was pretty much theirs."
"So, who does security now?" Jesse said.
"Bob," Rebecca said.
"Your Bob," Jesse said.
"Yes, he sort of looks after both estates."
"You know where Ray Mulligan is now?" Jesse said.
They both shook their heads.
"Robbie really needs to rest," Rebecca said.
"Sure," Jesse said, and stood.
Healy and Liquori stood as well. They said good-bye, and Rebecca showed them out.
As they went down the front walk to their car, Liquori said, "Never thought I'd see someone upset 'cause Knocko Moynihan died."
"Especially somebody like her," Jesse said.
"Especially," Liquori said.
19
THEY SAT in Healy's car, in the town beach parking lot. Liquori did most of the talking.