She put the case back in her purse.

I knew you were so prissy, the blonde said, I wouldn't have come to help you.

Jesse was quiet.

The blonde said, You got any coffee at least?

Sure, Jesse said.

He got her some.

Cream and sugar?

She shook her head. He handed her the cup. She took a sip. Well, she said. It's strong.

Jesse nodded. The blonde sipped coffee, and looked around the room.

Are you carrying your gun, Chief Yokel?

Always armed and ready, Jesse said.

The blonde seemed somehow to wiggle motionlessly. Really? she said.

Jesse smiled. The blonde smiled back. Her teeth were very white. Dental intervention, Jesse assumed. Bonding or whitening or glazing or whatever the hell.

My name's Blondie Martin, she said.

Jesse Stone.

I know, Blondie said, the police chief. You told us on the boat.

Jesse nodded.

Have you always been the chief of police? Blondie said. No.

So how long have you been Chief Local Yokel? About seven years, Jesse said.

What before?

I was a cop in Los Angeles, Jesse said.

Oh my, Blondie said, a not-so-local yokel.

Jesse didn't say anything. Blondie crossed her legs the other way. She drank some more coffee, holding the white mug in both hands.

You married? she said.

Sort of, he said.

How can you be sort of married?

My ex-wife and I are giving it another try, Jesse said. Some people just won't let go, she said.

Jesse nodded. She drank the rest of her coffee and stood and poured herself another cup from the Mister Coffee on top of the file cabinet. Standing, she sipped her coffee, and looked sideways at Jesse and smiled.

Remember I said I'd come to help you? she said.

Yes.

Are you wondering what help I'm bringing?

Yes.

Well, you are certainly calm about it.

I try, Jesse said.

What was that sports jacket you were wearing on the boat?

Paradise Twi-league, Jesse said. Softball.

What's your position?

Shortstop.

Are you good?

Yes.

Very good?

Yes.

You look like you'd be very good, Blondie said. If you're so good, why aren't you playing someplace instead of being Chief Yokel?

Hurt my shoulder, Jesse said. Can't throw much anymore.

But you're still playing.

I can throw enough for the Paradise Twi-league, Jesse said. Not for the Show.

Show?

Big leagues, Jesse said.

Were you good enough for the, ah, Show, before you got hurt?

Yes.

Bummer, Blondie said.

Jesse waited. She drank more coffee. She couldn't smoke. He wasn't serving cocktails. Any stimulant in a pinch.

At least two people on the Lady Jane were lying to you the other day, Blondie said.

Happens a lot, Jesse said.

Harrison knew those two guys in the pictures you showed us.

Jesse waited.

They crewed for him last year. I was on the boat with him a few times last year. I recognized them both.

Anyone else that should have recognized them? Jesse said.

No, just Harrison and me.

Why didn't you tell me on the boat?

Didn't want Harrison getting mad. I'm a long way from home and he's my ride back.

Where's home?

Palm Beach. Harrison picked me up there and we came on up for Race Week.

You with him? Jesse said.

Sort of, I guess, Blondie said. Got to be with somebody.

Chapter 19.

Jesse was at his desk, checking overtime slips and drinking coffee, when Molly stuck her head in.

Wait'll you get a load of this, she said. Jesse looked up.

More sex tapes?

Live action, Molly said. The sisters Plum. Florence Horvath's sisters?

In the, ah, flesh, Molly said.

Jesse put the neat pile of overtime slips aside. Bring them in, he said.

Corliss and Claudia Plum were very blond, very slim, very tanned and very slightly dressed. They wore very dark eye makeup, very light lipstick. One of them had on a sleeveless aqua-and-coral patterned summer dress with a short skirt, and showed very deep cleavage. The other had on a robin'segg-blue-and-pink dress of the same length, and showed lots of cleavage. Both wore slip-on shoes with very high heels. One pair was aqua, the other was blue. Neither wore stockings. It was also clear that neither was wearing a bra. Jesse stood when they came in.

Aqua and coral said, I'm Corliss.

Blue and pink said, I'm Claudia.

Jesse Stone.

Both girls shook his hand and then sat without much regard to the minimal length of their dresses.

Well, Jesse thought, at least they're wearing underpants. I'm very sorry about your sister, Jesse said.

That's why we're here, Claudia said.

We want to know the truth, Corliss said.

We found your sister floating in the harbor, Jesse said. So who killed her, Corliss said.

We don't know that anyone did.

You don't know? How come you don't know. You think she just jumped in the ocean?

We don't know exactly how she got in the ocean, Jesse said.

Well, she sure didn't jump in, Claudia said.

Do you have a theory? Jesse said.

What about DNA?

We know her identity, Jesse said. Why do you think someone killed her?

She wouldn't just fall in, Corliss said.

Did she drink? Jesse said.

Course, Corliss said. But she could handle it, she wouldn't get drunk and fall in the ocean.

Jesse nodded.

I thought you were in Europe, Jesse said.

The twins looked at each other.

That's what we told the parents, Claudia said.

They both giggled.

Partying, Corliss said.