Raylan_ A Novel - Elmore Leonard [74]
Jackie watched him, telling herself it was a case they were putting him on and he had to leave right now, forget about her walking out of jail, and heard him say, “Come on, you’re kiddin.” He turned his back to them now and stepped away to listen. Come on, you’re kiddin, his voice raised but not much, was all she heard. She watched him fold his cell and come back to stand with her as he told Liz and Harry, “I’m sorry, but that was my job callin.”
“About the guy who wants to shoot you?” Liz said.
“Something else,” Raylan said. Then paused, like he was getting around to what he wanted to say. “You don’t mind, I’d like to have a word with Ms. Nevada.”
Liz said, “I hope you’re not going to cuff our guest. Are you?”
“I’m not arrestin her,” Raylan said. “There’s something I’d like to talk to her about.”
Jackie gave Liz a shrug and walked out to the hallway with Raylan.
“Where we going if you’re not turning me in?”
“I want to talk to you,” Raylan said. “The first time I came here I said, ‘This’s a sun parlor? I’d like to see what they call the living room.’ Liz told me it’s been a sun parlor for eighty-five years.”
Jackie stopped. “If you’re not arresting me, where we going?”
“Forget about Indy,” Raylan said. “I’ll appear at your hearing and tell the court you owed a shylock and was hopin to pay him out of the twenty grand you blew.” Raylan, turned enough to see the Burgoynes watching, said, “Come on,” and they continued walking down the hall, Raylan telling Jackie, “I stopped at Butler and saw your picture in the yearbook. I said to myself, Whatever it was, you didn’t do it.”
“I have no idea,” Jackie said, “what’s going on.”
“I want to take you out,” Raylan said, “if you’re not playin tonight. You are, I’ll come and watch.”
She said, “Like a date?” Thought for a moment and said, “You know those two girls who were murdered? I’d love to see where it happened.”
“There’s nothin there now but police tape.” He paused a moment and said, “Hey, you want to come with me? I’ll show you a scene hard to believe.”
In the car now Jackie said, “My first murder scene. I’m excited.”
“It isn’t called a homicide yet,” Raylan said. “I’ll warn you, don’t get too close to this one.”
“Liz said to remind you, I’m a poor college student just trying to get by.”
“Playin poker,” Raylan said. He believed it put her out in the world so their age difference didn’t mean a thing.
“High stakes every evening,” Jackie said. “Hands become a story you’ll be telling weeks later, about a guy who’s trying to scare you out, raises and reraises, going for it. Thirty-odd thousand in the pot when we come to the flop. You know he’ll bet. But I think he’s bluffing. I’ve got two pair, jacks and tens. Either one shows up I’ve got a full house. He bets fifteen thousand. I see him and raise him ten. The poor guy, he’s playing a girl when the truth hits him: he’s about to get cleaned out. There’s an advantage in being the only girl at the table. It makes the guys act cool and want to show off. Harry’s problem, he can’t tell when they’re bluffing. I think they always become quieter, like they’re holding a serious hand.”
Raylan said, “What’s the flop?”
Jackie said, “You haven’t played much hold ’em, have you?”
Police cars lined the drive, uniformed officers stood around in St. Elizabeth’s lobby, residents watching, asking each other what in the world was going on. A city detective waiting for Raylan took him through the halls to Ms. Culpepper’s room, telling him, “Our response on this was less’n twelve minutes. Anybody in the room when it went down is still in the room.”
Raylan asked him, “What was the weapon? I believe I was told a shotgun.”
“A Remington 870 with a slug barrel, one load fired, one still in the chamber. It belonged to her deceased husband, Otis.”
Raylan said, “They let her keep a loaded shotgun in her room?”
“It’s the first thing we asked. If she didn’t have the slugs hidden, somebody went out and got ’em for her. We haven’t asked about it yet.”
“I was told Boyd Crowder came with Ms. Conlan.”