"So are you allowed to fraternize with us when we're former suspects?" Dr. Taylor asks from across the dinner table.

"That case is well out of my hands now," Landry replies. "I'd say it's pretty air tight. Molly Johnson was fed up with Haverty. She went to his apartment with a .357 and forced him to write the suicide note. She was going to kill him ( Read more... )

Landry can't slam his locker without thinking of the Panthers or the Lions. Even if he's putting on a gun and a suit coat instead of pads. The force is like football. There's banter in the lockeroom. Insults tossed, caught, and returned. Comradery that's not the same things as friendship. Family that flows from a common bond, but that can be gone ( Read more... )

Gracie's girlfriend Molly Johnson is brought into the station. She's nineteen, two years older than Gracie, and no longer a minor, so no parents need be present. She's promised to cooperate - so far - and hasn't yet asked for a lawyer. As an officer leads her into the interview room, Detective Clarke and Detective Wells watch.

"You see that?" Landry ( Read more... )

Landry's at his desk, reviewing the report on the latest sweep of the Haverty apartment, and the latest re-print of the gun, both of which reveal nothing new, when he sees her. Julie. Long black skirt to her knees. One-inch heels. White blouse. Those hot, smart girl glasses. Every inch the magazine reporter. Assistant editor, now, Coach said.

She ( Read more... )

"You go out with one arrest warrant," Captain Erickson says, "and you come back with two perps. You want to tell me why that is?"

At the moment, Coach Taylor is sitting alone in one interview room, while Gracie and Tami Taylor sit another, and Landry is in the station room, being chewed out by his boss.

"We got a warrant for Gracie Taylor," Landry ( Read more... )

"Cruci, get off of that!" Landry yells. The guitar is lying down on his living room floor, and the cat has made a bed of it. It leaps up and meows and winks its one blue eye. The brown eye stays open.

Landry picks up the guitar, settles on the couch, and begins strumming. He hasn't played an electric guitar in years. This is an old acoustic, but it ( Read more... )

Coach Merriweather jumps when Landry says her name. She's just unlocking the door of her fifth-story Seattle apartment. "What, are you trailing me now?" she asks. "Where did you come from?"

"I took the stairs. Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Not without my lawyer," she says, turning the key.

"I'm not going to arrest your for buying a little pot."

She ( Read more... )

Thomas is a last name. Landry gets Ian Thomas's information from the principal and goes to interview the kid at home. He's a minor, and a parent has to be present during the interview, and Mom tells son not to say anything. She's not protecting Coach Taylor, Landry doesn't think, but her son, who's obviously involved in something. Landry calls it a ( Read more... )

Detective Landry Clarke calls Coach Taylor back in to his own office and tries to ask him about Martin Haverty's blackmail of Jess, but at this point Coach probably thinks Landry suspects Dr. Taylor, and he refuses to answer any more questions.

Landry could drag both Coach Taylor and Jess down to the station, but he knows they'll just lawyer up and ( Read more... )

"You look…" Landry shakes his head. "Exactly the same."

Only, more like a woman. She's wearing red and white running pants and a matching shirt. The Seahawks' colors. She's got a cap on, but her hair's not in a ponytail. It's long, curly, like she's gotten it permed, and its spilling out over her shoulders. It's beautiful. And she's still Coach ( Read more... )