Jimmy

JIMMY IS BACK AT his bar after having left court early, tracking Rob Jacobson’s car as Jacobson makes his way east. When he sees that Jacobson is approaching downtown East Hampton, Jimmy tells Kenny, who’s working a double shift behind the bar today, that he might see him later and not to steal too much while he’s gone.

“Too late,” Kenny says.

He hasn’t called ahead because he wants to surprise Jacobson, have him be at least a little bit off balance when Jimmy asks him what he wants to ask him, once and for all.

He is slowly pulling up Jacobson’s street when he sees the girl up ahead, making her way up the front walk to the rental house and then walking right through the door without knocking or ringing the bell, barely breaking stride.

Jimmy keeps driving, passing the house, almost not believing his eyes.

But only almost.

It isn’t Halloween yet, but the girl walking toward the house looks as if she’s come directly from cheerleading practice.