“I’ll check with Petal Pushers Monday and see what kind of records they have of that purchase. Probably nothing useful, but no harm in checking. Now, what about the emails and that s**t?”
Jesse stood. “Computer’s in here.”
Taking his bottle along, he led Ray to the bedroom, where he turned on the PC and pulled up the emails. Junior was smart enough not to mention his own name. But Ray knew it might be possible to find out who the sender was by finding out who owned that email address. Especially if one was a cop.
“You haven’t seen him here? No evidence that he’s in town?”
“No. Not yet.”
“Good. We’ll have to be ready for him when he shows up.”
Jesse sighed. “I thought all that s**t was over. I’m not scared exactly. I’m furious with him, really pissed that he just won’t let me alone.”
