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By:Bill Pronzini


“Out into the field. Christ.”

“Well, why not?”

“You’re forgetting what happened the last time you tried to conduct a simple stakeout.”

“All right, so I screwed up. Big fucking deal. I won’t—”

“Don’t use that kind of language in this house.”

“Okay, sorry, but you’re getting me all worked up.”

“I’m your father. Show a little respect.”

Show me a little respect and I will. But she didn’t say it. She said through clamped teeth, “I made a mistake. Everybody makes mistakes.”

“A mistake that almost got you killed.”

“A mistake that saved a little girl’s life.”

He had no comeback for that, just sat there and glowered.

“Point is,” she said, “I won’t make that kind of mistake again. But things happen in my business same as yours, things you can’t always be on guard against. Makes sense to be prepared.”

“And you just decided this without any provocation.”

“Not exactly. Been thinking on it for a while now and it’s time.”

“Have you talked to Bill about this?”

She’d intended to today, but he’d come into the office with a grouch on and when he was in that kind of mood he was as stubborn as Pop. Catch him at the right time, he’d agree that it made good sense and wouldn’t try to talk her out of it.

“Not yet,” she said.

“He won’t like it any more than I do.”

She didn’t argue with him. Only make this harder going than it already was.

“You’ve never fired a gun in your life,” he said.

“First time for everything.”

“Not everybody’s made for it. Some people can’t get the hang, can’t shoot straight when they do. People who aren’t comfortable and accurate with handguns shouldn’t keep them around.”

“I thought maybe you could teach me,” she said. “At the police firing range.”

He was mum on that.

“I’d like it if you would, Pop. Be a way for the two of us to spend some time together …”

“Firing handguns isn’t my idea of quality time.”

“Family that shoots together stays together.”

“That’s not funny,” he said, tight-assed again. “I suppose you want me to help you pick out a weapon, too.”

“Once I have my permit.”

“Carry permit? Is that what you’re after? Walk around with a piece stuffed into your purse?”

“No. Keep it at the office, or in the car if I’m working field.”

“Lord,” he said. He popped a stick of spearmint gum into his mouth and chewed the hell out of it. What he really wanted was a cigar, but his doctor had made him give them up a couple of years ago. “Guns, detective work. You know I never wanted you or your sister to get into law enforcement.”

“You only told me about three million times.”

He gave her the old half-glum, half-evil-eye parent look. “That sassy mouth of yours’ll get you in some big trouble one of these days.”

She’d heard that about three million times, too. She forced a smile and shrugged and said, “So how about it, Pop? Us going to the range together, you teaching me.”

“I don’t think so. It’s not a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t think you’re the type who should be firearms qualified.”

“… What’s that mean?”

“Just what I said. You and guns … no, I don’t like it.”

“What don’t you like?”

He worked on the gum some more. Made her itch when he did that; people who chewed gum like cows chewing their cuds were bad enough, but the hard, juicy chompers like Pop gave her fits. “I just don’t think you’re the right fit,” he said.

“No, huh? What’s the right fit, Pop? Cops, muggers, and NRA cold-dead-handers?”

“Most NRA members are responsible gun owners.”

“Since when do you have to be a gun nut to be a responsible gun owner?”

“Don’t start in with that liberal crap—”

“Yeah, right. Charlton Heston in black face.”

“You better watch it, girl.”

“Or what, Pop? You’ll paddle my behind?”

“Same old smartass anger. When’re you going to learn to control yourself?”

“When you stop putting me down every time we talk.”

“I don’t put you down—”

“The hell you don’t!”

“Keep your voice down, Tamara.”

Now he’d really pissed her off. “That’s your answer to everything, isn’t it? Throw out orders, treat me like a damn kid. Well, I’m not a kid anymore. And I’m not a wild teenager or a militant college student, I’m a grown woman running a business and doing a job that’s not much different than yours. You treat your cop buddies with respect, why can’t you do the same for your own daughter!”