planted.
Robbery/Homicide, he replied, not bothering to explain that he had left the force, or why.
My husbands worn out enough uniforms to retire in March. Im workin overtime so I dont go crazy.
Ethan understood. Cops often went through long law-enforcement careers without worrying much about the dust-to-dust-ashes-to-ashes business, only to tighten with tension so much in the last months before retirement that they needed to eat Metamucil by the pound to stop retaining. The worry could be even worse for spouses.
The doctor signed a certification of death, Nurse Jordan said, and Mr. Whistler went down to cold holding pending mortuary pickup. Oh actually, it wont be a mortuary, will it?
Its a murder now, Ethan said. The medical examiners office will want him for an autopsy.
Then theyll have been called. Weve got a foolproof system. Checking her watch, she said, But they probably havent had time to take custody of the body yet, if thats what youre wondering.
Ethan rode the elevator all the way down to the dead. The garden room was in the third and lowest level of the basement, adjacent to the ambulance garage.
Descending, he was serenaded by an orchestrated version of an old Sheryl Crow tune with all the sex squeezed out of it and with a perkiness squeezed in, retaining only the skin of the melody to wrap a different and less tasty variety of sausage. In this fallen world, even the most insignificant things, like pop tunes, were inevitably corrupted.
He and Dunny, both thirty-seven now, had been each others best friends from the age of five until they were twenty. Raised in the [48] same worn-down neighborhood of crumbling stucco bungalows, each had been an only child, and theyd been as close as brothers.
Shared deprivation had bonded them, as had the emotional and the physical pain of living under the thumb of alcoholic fathers with fiery tempers. And a fierce desire to prove that even the sons of drunks, of poverty, could be someone, someday.
Seventeen years of estrangement, during which they had rarely spoken, dulled Ethans sense of loss. Yet even with everything else that weighed on his mind right now, he was drawn into a melancholy consideration of what might have been.
Dunny Whistler cut the bond between them with his choice of a life outside the law even as Ethan had been training to enforce it. Poverty and the chaos of living under the rule of a selfish drunk had given birth in Ethan to a respect for self-discipline, for order, and for the rewards of a life lived in service to others. The same experiences had made Dunny yearn for buckets of money and for power sufficient to ensure that no one would ever again dare to tell him what to do or ever again make him live by rules other than his own.
In retrospect, their responses to the same stresses had been diverging since their early teens. Maybe friendship had too long blinded Ethan to the growing differences between them. One had chosen to seek respect through accomplishment. The other wanted that respect which comes with being feared.
Furthermore, they had been in love with the same woman, which might have split up even blood brothers. Hannah had come into their lives when they were all seven years old. First she had been one of the guys, the only kid they admitted to their previously two-boy games. The three had been inseparable. Then Hannah gradually became both friend and surrogate sister, and the boys swore to protect her. Ethan could never mark the day when she ceased to be just a friend, just a sister, and became for both him and Dunny beloved.
Dunny desperately wanted Hannah, but lost her. Ethan didnt merely want Hannah; he cherished her, won her heart, married her.
[49] For twelve years, he and Dunny had not spoken, not until the night that Hannah died
Robbery/Homicide, he replied, not bothering to explain that he had left the force, or why.
My husbands worn out enough uniforms to retire in March. Im workin overtime so I dont go crazy.
Ethan understood. Cops often went through long law-enforcement careers without worrying much about the dust-to-dust-ashes-to-ashes business, only to tighten with tension so much in the last months before retirement that they needed to eat Metamucil by the pound to stop retaining. The worry could be even worse for spouses.
The doctor signed a certification of death, Nurse Jordan said, and Mr. Whistler went down to cold holding pending mortuary pickup. Oh actually, it wont be a mortuary, will it?
Its a murder now, Ethan said. The medical examiners office will want him for an autopsy.
Then theyll have been called. Weve got a foolproof system. Checking her watch, she said, But they probably havent had time to take custody of the body yet, if thats what youre wondering.
Ethan rode the elevator all the way down to the dead. The garden room was in the third and lowest level of the basement, adjacent to the ambulance garage.
Descending, he was serenaded by an orchestrated version of an old Sheryl Crow tune with all the sex squeezed out of it and with a perkiness squeezed in, retaining only the skin of the melody to wrap a different and less tasty variety of sausage. In this fallen world, even the most insignificant things, like pop tunes, were inevitably corrupted.
He and Dunny, both thirty-seven now, had been each others best friends from the age of five until they were twenty. Raised in the [48] same worn-down neighborhood of crumbling stucco bungalows, each had been an only child, and theyd been as close as brothers.
Shared deprivation had bonded them, as had the emotional and the physical pain of living under the thumb of alcoholic fathers with fiery tempers. And a fierce desire to prove that even the sons of drunks, of poverty, could be someone, someday.
Seventeen years of estrangement, during which they had rarely spoken, dulled Ethans sense of loss. Yet even with everything else that weighed on his mind right now, he was drawn into a melancholy consideration of what might have been.
Dunny Whistler cut the bond between them with his choice of a life outside the law even as Ethan had been training to enforce it. Poverty and the chaos of living under the rule of a selfish drunk had given birth in Ethan to a respect for self-discipline, for order, and for the rewards of a life lived in service to others. The same experiences had made Dunny yearn for buckets of money and for power sufficient to ensure that no one would ever again dare to tell him what to do or ever again make him live by rules other than his own.
In retrospect, their responses to the same stresses had been diverging since their early teens. Maybe friendship had too long blinded Ethan to the growing differences between them. One had chosen to seek respect through accomplishment. The other wanted that respect which comes with being feared.
Furthermore, they had been in love with the same woman, which might have split up even blood brothers. Hannah had come into their lives when they were all seven years old. First she had been one of the guys, the only kid they admitted to their previously two-boy games. The three had been inseparable. Then Hannah gradually became both friend and surrogate sister, and the boys swore to protect her. Ethan could never mark the day when she ceased to be just a friend, just a sister, and became for both him and Dunny beloved.
Dunny desperately wanted Hannah, but lost her. Ethan didnt merely want Hannah; he cherished her, won her heart, married her.
[49] For twelve years, he and Dunny had not spoken, not until the night that Hannah died
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