Jesse heard someone yelling from the holding cells. After it had gone on for a while, Jesse yelled out his office door for Molly Crane. She came into the office.

"Unhappy prisoner?" Jesse said.

"Name's Bellino," Molly said. "Perkins and DeAngelo arrested him last night up at The Sevens."

"Drunk and disorderly?"

"How'd you guess?"

"He still drunk?"

"I don't think so. I think he's just making a lot of noise to show how dangerous he is. You want to read the arrest report?"

Jesse nodded. Molly went out and came back with the report. Jesse read it. The yelling from the cell block seemed to intensify.

When he was through reading the report, Jesse tossed it on his desk, stood, took off his gun, put it in his desk drawer and locked the drawer.

"You going to talk with him?" Molly said.

"I am."

"He's a big guy," Molly said.

"I hate noise," Jesse said.

He walked down the corridor to the holding cells, and stopped in front of the first cell. Inside the cell was a fat, strong-looking man with shoulder-length dark hair.

"Got a hangover?" Jesse said.

"I'm going to pull the fucking door off its fucking hinges you don't let me out of here," the fat man said.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Jesse unlocked the cell door and walked in and let it click shut behind him.

"I'm going out," Bellino said.

"You have been arrested," Jesse said. "You're going to have to make a court appearance."

"Fuckers pepper-sprayed me," Bellino said.

"Meanwhile," Jesse said. "I want you to quiet down."

"Fuck you," Bellino said.

"You want a lawyer yet?" Jesse said.

"Fuck you," Bellino said.

"I'll take that as a no," Jesse said.

"I ought to kick your fucking ass," Bellino said.