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The woman on the bed was barely out of her teens. She hadnt been exactly beautiful, but shed tried to make the most of her looks. Now, defiled and alone in a seedy beachfront motel, she was dead. And Paradise police chief Jesse Stone doesnt even know her name. Whoever she is, she didnt deserve to die. State police captain Healys resources turn up nothing helpful, and Gino Fish, who knows his way around dark places, is characteristically uncooperative. Unwilling to take no for an answer, Jesse continues digging on his own, only to find himself caught in the crosshairs of a bitter turf war between two ruthless pimps, Thomas Walker and Fat Boy Nelly, a beautiful woman to whom they both lay claim. Jesse tries for a diplomatic solution, but before its over, more blood will spill.

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Michael Brandman

Robert B. Parkers Damned If You Do

For Joanna,

who makes every day an adventure...

and for Joan and Bob

1

Jesse Stone was sprawled out on the back porch love seat, having finished the last of his coffee, waiting for the caffeine to kick in.

The sun was steadily climbing toward its zenith in the cloudless sky. The spring air was flush with currents of warmth. In the distance, a pair of quarreling gulls screeched relentlessly, putting an end to the tranquil spring morning.

His cell phone rang, and he reached over and picked it up.

Weve got a body, Jesse, Suitcase Simpson said. Surf and Sand Motel. Its bad.

Im on my way, Jesse said.

He press checked and holstered his Colt, closed up the house, and headed out.

Jesse pulled his cruiser to a stop in front of the Surf & Sand Motel, a classic bungalow colony from the early 1950s, located a short walk from the beach.

At one time, the bungalows were a favorite vacation spot for middle-class families seeking a more affordable alternative to Paradises higher-end beach resorts. For decades it did a bustling summer business, but times changed. The bungalows fell into disfavor, then disrepair, and the tourist trade vanished.

Ownership had remained in the hands of the Sloan family. Jimmy Sloan, the eldest son of the original proprietors, still ran the place. He scraped by with the occasional bungalow rental and income from the motels bar and grill, which attracted a decidedly low-rent clientele. Jimmy was standing in front of the motel talking with Suitcase when Jesse arrived.

Bungalow twelve, Suitcase said. Young woman. Stabbed to death.

Jesse looked at Jimmy Sloan, who nodded his greeting.

You knew her, Jesse said.

Shed been here before.

Hooker?

Yeah.

You see the john?

No. She paid for the room herself. He must have met her there.

Is it open?

Yeah.

Suit?

I came as soon as Jimmy phoned, Suitcase said. No ones been in there except me.

Jesse headed for bungalow twelve. Like its neighbors, it was a stand-alone unit, constructed at a time when redwood was inexpensive and plentiful. It had a shingled roof and a small porch with two metal rocking chairs and a table.

The flooring creaked audibly as Jesse climbed the three steps to the porch. The first thing he saw when he opened the door was a young womans body lying faceup on the bed. She appeared to have suffered a single stab wound to the heart that killed her instantly.

The bungalows interior was bleak. The patterned carpet was threadbare and the brass-framed double bed sagged in the middle from age and overuse. Fifties-era commercial furniture bore the scars of cigarette burns and spilled beverages. Yet despite the wear of the decades, the room was clean and orderly, as if someone had taken pains to make it presentable.

Jesse approached the body. The girl on the bed couldnt have been much more than twenty. She might not have been beautiful in the classic sense, but she had certainly been attractive. Her dyed blond hair was cut in an early Jennifer Aniston type shag, and a heavy hand with makeup made her seem older at first glance than she actually was. Powder attempted to camouflage skin blemishes, and bright red lipstick was now smeared across her face. She was naked, her slender body more that of a girl than a woman.

Jesse looked at her more closely. Something about the girl caught his attention. He had the unsettling feeling that he had seen her before, but he couldnt quite place where. Which was unusual for him. He prided himself at being good with names and faces, and he generally remembered them all.

He stepped outside and took a deep breath. He looked at Suitcase.

Call it in to State Homicide, he said. Well need a forensics team. See if Mel Snyderman is around and ask him to get here ASAP.

Im on it, Jesse.

Jesse walked over to Jimmy Sloan. Sloan was a tired-looking guy in his mid-sixties. He had thick bags beneath his eyes and his weak chin ran right into his thick neck. His paunch hung heavily over his belt. Angry veins on his nose hinted at a fondness for alcohol.

She got a name, Jesse said.

Shes got the name she signed on the register, Sloan said. I cant vouch for it being her real one, though.

Credit card?

Cash.

You said she was here before?

A couple of times.

She use the same name each time?

Id have to look it up.

Sloan started toward the motel office.

Jimmy, Jesse said.

Sloan stopped.

You playing host to hookers these days?

He shrugged. I gotta make a living, Jesse.

So you look the other way?

I dont see nothin wrong with it. Consenting adults. I rent rooms here. I dont ask what goes on inside them.

The law doesnt see it that way.

Sloan didnt say anything.

She have a pimp?

I wouldnt know. Girl paid for the room. I left her alone.

You might not ask what goes on inside your rooms, but you should know just the same. Hell, Jimmy, theres a dead kid in there.

Im one guy just trying to hang on, Jesse. Business isnt good. The place is a hole. Im this close to bankruptcy. What the fuck you want me to do?

The sound of approaching sirens grew louder.

Homicide might have an answer for that question.

What, theyre gonna put me out of business?

You should probably ask if theyre going to put you behind bars.

Behind bars? Thats a load of crap. Nothin like this ever happened before. I aint runnin no whorehouse here, Jesse. Its still a respectable place. I didnt kill anyone.

Jesse didnt say anything.

I grew up in this motel. I worked hard here my entire life. I kept my nose clean. This place is all I got to show for it. The American dream? Thats for the bankers and the mortgage brokers. The unregulated big shots. For guys like me, its a nightmare.

Sloan kicked at the patch of dirt in front of him.

Fuck it, he said. Let em put me in jail. At least in jail I wont have to worry about how Im gonna pay my bills.

Ill do what I can, Jimmy, Jesse said.

Yeah. I know you will, Jesse, Sloan said.

2

Jesse was in his office, talking on the phone with Captain Healy.

Im drawing blanks, Healy said. I got nothin.

Prints?

She doesnt appear to be in the system.

Car?

Stolen. In Boston. Six months ago. Plates were lifted from a vehicle in Framingham.

Missing persons?

One or two possibles that turned out to be duds. Shes a Jane Doe, Jesse, and likely to remain one. My guys are rousting the pimps and making inquiries everywhere. Early results suggest she was an independent.

No leads regarding the john?

None. No one saw anything. No one heard anything. Guy probably parked off-site and hoofed it. So as to avoid being IDed.

Ill sniff around up here, Jesse said.

Im checking schools, apartments, anything that might be relevant, but this one feels like a dead end.

Youll let me know if you find anything?

I will. But I wouldnt hold my breath if I were you, Healy said, and ended the call.

Jesse slowly returned the receiver to its cradle. He hadnt been able to shake the feeling that he had seen the dead girl before.

Is it possible that I knew her, he mused.

He couldnt come up with the answer.

He leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his cold coffee.

Molly, he said.

No, she said, calling out from her desk.

No what?

Get your own.

How did you know what I was going to ask?

I know.

What if youre wrong?

She got up and walked into his office.

You think I was born yesterday, she said. You think I dont know that your coffees cold?

So?

So I made fresh.

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