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MOLLY CRANE STUCK her head into the open doorway of Jesse's office and said, "Chief Stone, there's a private detective from Boston here to see you."
"Show him in," Jesse said."It's a her," Molly said."Even better," Jesse said.Molly smiled and stepped aside, and Sunny Randall came in, carrying a straw shoulder bag and wearing a green sleeveless top with white pants and color- coordinated sneakers."Wow," Jesse said."Wow is good," Sunny said, and sat down."And accurate," Jesse said. "It couldn't have been easy getting into those pants.""For whom?" Sunny said.Jesse smiled."Shall I close the door?" he said."No," Sunny said. "I'm actually here on business.""All work and no play," Jesse said."We'll address that at another time," Sunny said."That's encouraging," Jesse said."It's meant to be," Sunny said. "Do you know of a small religious organization here in Paradise called the Renewal? Or the Bond of the Renewal?""I'm the chief of police," Jesse said. "I know everything.""Exactly why I'm here," Sunny said.She smiled."Tell me about the Renewal," she said."They're located in a house near the town wharf. Nice house; one of the elders owns it. They all live there in a kind of communal way, run by a guy who calls himself the Patriarch. About forty, with gray hair, which Molly Crane claims is artificial.""He dyes it gray?" Sunny said."What Molly claims," Jesse said. "There's a couple of so- called elders, 'bout your age, I would guess.""Hey," Sunny said."I mean they're not very elder-ish.""Okay," Sunny said."Rest of them are mostly kids," Jesse said. "All of whom, far as I can tell, are old enough to do what they want.""What do they do?""They preach, they hand out flyers, they go door- to- door,raising money.""They got some kind of special belief?""They're in favor of renewal," Jesse said."What the hell does that mean?"Jesse grinned."Renewing the original intent of Christianity," Jesse said. "At least asthey understand it. Love, peace, that kind of thing.""Wow," Sunny said.