“Radiation seeds. Then there’s some hotshot new treatment called cryo-something, where they freeze things, but my oncologist says that’s still out there in the experimental stages. He thinks if the tumor has spread at all, the radioactive seeding is probably the best course of treatment. So that’s the way we’re going to go-with the seeds. I’ll probably end up being some glow-in-the-dark freak. Maybe my dick will end up qualifying as an alternate light source.”
Dark humor at crime scenes was part of how homicide cops coped. Joanna recognized his glow-in-the-dark comment as part and parcel of that-a grim attempt to lighten the mood. But she made no attempt to reply in kind.
“How long does the seed treatment take?” she asked.
“They say it’s not that big a deal. Supposedly it’s a minor procedure. If there aren’t any complications, I’ll most likely be back at work after just a couple of days. My recovery would be a lot longer if we opted for the surgery.”
“Whatever course of treatment you choose,” Joanna said, “it has to be the one that’s right for you. Don’t choose one over another because of how much time you’ll need off.”
“Thanks, boss,” he said.
“And thank you for telling me,” Joanna said, meaning it. “Have you told anyone else?”
Ernie shook his head. “Haven’t,” he said. “Not even Jaime, and I should have. And I need to tell Frank-or you can- because he should know. But beyond that I’d like to keep a low profile because I don’t want to make a big thing of it. People are funny. As soon as they hear somebody’s got cancer, they sort of write ‘ em off. I ’m not ready to be written off. Still, whatever happens, I don’t want to leave you shorthanded.”
“Don’t worry, Ernie,” she said. “We’ll manage. The important thing is for you to do whatever you need to do in order to get better. How’s Rose?”
Ernie Carpenter used the back of one meaty paw to swipe at something in the corner of his eye. “She’s a brick,” he said, his voice breaking. “I mean, she’s always been there for me, but now-” He broke off, shaking his head, and took another sip of the beer.
“Anyway,” he continued after a short pause, “all this sort of got my attention. Made me realize that I’m not gonna live forever. Last night Rose and I went to a meeting in Tucson. It’s a support group for people who’ve had prostate cancer. That’s why I wasn’t home when you called about going to Sierra Vista. So today I got to thinking. What happens if I don’t make it? What happens if the seeds don’t work? Jaime and I have been working all right together. We’re a good team, but considering what all’s been happening around here lately, you’re going to need another couple of detectives. Have you thought about that?”
“Some,” Joanna said. “Why? Do you have a suggestion?”
Expecting him to tick off a couple of the male deputies, Joanna was surprised by his answer. “Debbie,” Ernie replied with conviction. “Debra Howell. I know she’s fairly new and all that. She’s also a single mom, which would make the extra hours tough at times, but I think she’d be able to figure out a way to make it work. You of all people would know everything there is about that juggling routine, but Debbie’s got a good head on her shoulders, and she’s a real team player. That’s what this business takes-a team effort.”
“She’d have to pass the exam,” Joanna said.
“That won’t be a problem,” Ernie said. “She’s been studying. I’ve actually been giving her some coaching on the side.”
Joanna laughed. “After all the grief you and Richard Voland gave me when I first showed up, now you’re tutoring a female deputy to help prepare her for the detective exam?”
The smallest hint of a smile tweaked the turned-down corners of Ernie Carpenter’s mouth. “Well,” he said, “after all, you turned out all right, didn’t you?”
“You think she can pass?”
“Absolutely. And not just barely, either. She’ll ace the damned thing.”
“When are you planning on going in for treatment?” Joanna asked.
“As soon as they can get me scheduled, probably sometime late next week.”
“And you’re thinking we should bring Debbie in on a provisional basis to help out with what we have going right now?”
Ernie nodded.
“Anyone else you think we should look at?” Joanna asked.
“My next choice would have been Dave Hollicker, but you already tapped him for crime scene investigation, so he’s on the team anyway. Beyond Debbie, though, with so many of the experienced deputies off in the reserves, pickings around the department are a little thin.”
Joanna and Frank Montoya had arrived at much the same conclusion-that pickings were slim. And she had discounted approaching Debbie Howell about the possibility of becoming a detective for exactly the reason Ernie had mentioned-the fact that she was a single mother. Joanna hoped Ernie was too involved in his own difficulties to notice the flush of embarrassment that flooded her face.
“I’ll take it under advisement,” Joanna said. “But don’t say anything to Debbie about it until after Frank and I have a chance to discuss it.”
“Right,” Ernie said. “I won’t breathe a word.”
He stood up. “I’d better be going,” he said. “It’s getting late. I’ve taken up enough of your time.”
At the door, Joanna reached up and gave Ernie a hug. With the baby in the middle, it was an awkward, lumpy gesture, but Ernie seemed to appreciate it.
“Good luck,” she whispered.
There was another meaty paw swipe to the eyes. “Thanks, boss,” he murmured. “Appreciate it.”
After he left, Joanna dimmed the lights and returned to the couch. She sat there for a long time with one hand resting on her extended belly. It was night and almost bedtime, so naturally the little person in her womb was wide awake and raising hell. With Ernie gone, Lady once again emerged from the bedroom and cuddled up into a gray- and-white ball on the couch beside her.
“Did you know you’re unsanitary?” Joanna asked, absently stroking the Australian shepherd’s long soft coat. In answer Lady rolled her blue eyes in Joanna’s direction, thumped her cropped tail, and sighed contentedly.
Half an hour or so later, Joanna got up and waddled off to bed. She was sound asleep when Lucky and Tigger began barking furiously. Getting up, Joanna staggered out of bed in time to see Butch’s Subaru drive into the yard and come to a stop next to his parents’ RV Joanna hurried to the door to meet him as he came into the house.
“Congratulations, you big nut,” she said, kissing him hello. “Welcome home, but I thought I told you to stay where you were. What time is it?”
“Three,” he said. “Three forty-five, to be exact.”
“What time did you leave El Paso?” she asked.
“Better you should never know,” he said. “I’m taking the Fifth. Suffice it to say, though, there wasn’t very much traffic and zero enforcement. I left the banquet as soon as I could. I wasn’t about to leave you alone and in my mother’s clutches any longer than necessary. How are things?”
“Fine,” she said. “Come on. Let’s go to bed. You must be beat.”
“I am,” he agreed. “And I’m very glad to be home.”
Once in bed, Joanna curled up next to Butch. Comforted by her husband’s radiating warmth, she was soon sound asleep and slept better than she had in months.
On Sunday, Margaret and Don declined to go to church. After fixing them breakfast, Joanna, Jenny, and Butch were more than happy to leave their guests on their own for a couple of hours. That morning, Butch had put out one of their homegrown, freezer-wrapped beef roasts to thaw. After church they stopped by Safeway to pick up fresh vegetables and salad makings. Then they called George and Eleanor Winfield along with Jim Bob and Eva Lou Brady and arranged for an impromptu late-afternoon dinner party. Joanna hadn’t intended to be doing nonstop entertaining the last weekend before the baby’s official due date, but there didn’t seem to be any choice. Besides, there was always the dim hope that adding more people to the mix might help dilute Margaret’s ever-toxic presence.
Butch was putting the finishing touches on a roast beef dinner when Frank Montoya called. Briefly Joanna brought him up-to-date on Ernie’s revelations. “You want me to talk to Debbie about the prospect of her becoming a detective?” Frank asked.
“No,” Joanna said. “Ask her to see us when she comes on shift tomorrow. We can talk to her together.