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Fenway Stevenson sat on the couch in her apartment. She didnât know what she was going to do for dinner, but she didnât care. The morning had been spent on an overdose victim in the foothills, the afternoon on the mountain of paperwork that threatened to take over her desk, and she was tired. This was the first night in a week she had left the office by eight oâclock. She picked up the remote and plopped her feet on the coffee table.
The doorbell rang.
Fenway blinked a couple of times before getting up. She opened the door.
Dez stood there, still in her black Dominguez County Sheriffâs Department uniform, holding a six-pack of beer.
âHey,â Dez said. âI know I didnât call first, but I was in the neighborhood.â
âWe just saw each other at work an hour ago, Dez. This canât wait till tomorrow?â
âI guess it could have,â Dez said, stepping inside. âBut I wanted to let you know in person. The paperwork came back in right after you left. hr approved your vacation for next week.â
âOh.â Fenway hadnât counted on thatâshe had requested the time off at the last minute, and she hadnât yet been coroner for the requisite ninety days to be guaranteed vacation time.
âI know,â Dez said, reading her face. âYou must live right. Itâs like youâve got a rich daddy or something.â She chuckled as Fenway shut the door behind her. âIâm going to put these in your fridge. You want one?â
âWhat is that? Querido Falls Brewing?â
âYep. Their Hefeweizen. Hope thatâs okay.â
Fenway nodded. She hadnât had their Hefeweizen, but she liked their pale ale. âBut I thought you were all meeting at Winfreyâs for happy hour.â
Dez shrugged as she disappeared into the kitchen. âBunch of sticks in the mud. After you said you werenât coming, Mark cancelled because Randy needed help running lines for his audition. Migs and Piper got tickets to some concert down in Santa Barbara.â
âIâm glad theyâre finally together.â
âHah. Sure. If you donât mind disgusting public displays of affection.â
Fenway heard the sound of two beers being opened and the caps swirling to a stop on the counter.
âAnd Rachel said she had too much work to do.â
âpr work seems to agree with her.â
Dez came back into the living room holding two of the beers. âYou know sheâs just keeping busy to keep her mind off her fatherâs trial.â She handed a beer to Fenway.
Fenway wanted to pour it in one of her nice beer mugs back in the kitchenâbut her exhaustion won out and she stayed put. âPlus, itâs hard being a widow at twenty-four.â
âCan you name a better age?â
âNinety-five.â
Dez tilted her head, nodded, and raised her bottle. âCheers.â
Fenway and Dez both had a swig of their beers.
âThanks for the beer, Dez.â
âDonât mention it. I didnât feel like going home and this six-pack cost about as much as a decent vodka tonic at Winfreyâs.â She had a second swig and set the beer on the coffee table. âYou mind hanging out with an old lady like me on a Tuesday night?â
âOh, please, Dez. Donât be giving me that âold ladyâ crap. I think I have more gray hair than you do.â It was true; Dezâs short black curls didnât have a trace of gray. âAnd Iâm exhausted. This week already feels like Iâve worked a hundred hours.â
âOh, itâs so nice for you youngâuns to make me feel spry.â Dez shook her head. âFiftyâs right around the corner.â
Fenway waved her hand. âStop whining, Dez. Youâve got a few more years. And besides, fifty is the new thirty.â
âSpoken like someone who hasnât seen the wrong side of thirty yet.â Dez smiled. âOkay, speaking of old ladies, my bladder seems to shrink with each passing year. Be right back. Donât do anything I wouldnât do.â She went into the bathroom off the hallway, closed the door, and turned on the modesty fan.
Fenway shook her head and put a coaster under Dezâs beer. Her phone rang in her purse on the kitchen table. She walked in and dug it out; the incoming caller read Nathaniel Ferris. She sighed and answered it.
âHi, Dad.â
âFenway! Glad I caught you.â
âThis isnât a great time.â She walked back into the living room and took another drink of her beer.
âItâll just take a minute. Listenâyou havenât changed your mind about running for coroner in November, have you? You know youâre doing a hell of a job since youâve taken over.â
âNo, Dad. Iâm a nurse, not a politician, and you know my boards are next month.â
Ferris sighed. âDr. Klein is going to run.â
âI figured. Heâs announcing on Monday, right?â
âThatâs what I hear. News travels fast.â
âAnd I also heard you have some pharmaceutical executive youâre going to support.â
Dez came back into the living room, sat on the sofa, and picked up her beer.
âThatâs right,â Ferris said. âEverett Michaels. But only if youâre not running, Fenway. Youâre my daughter. Iâm not going to promote another candidate over you.â
Fenway hit mute. âSorry,â she whispered to Dez.
Dez nodded.
Fenway unmuted. âWhen I accepted the appointment,â she reminded Ferris, âit was strictly babysitting the position until November. You promised me that.â
âOkay,â he said, âI just wanted to make sure before I ask you to introduce him when he announces his candidacy.â
âIntroduce Everett Michaels?â
âRight. Iâd like you to introduce himâand give him your endorsement.â
âBut I donât know anything about him.â
He chuckled. âYou know enough, Fenway. You know heâs the vp of development at Carpetti Pharma, you know heâs got a great medical research background, and you know heâs a lot better for the county than Barry Klein. What else do you need to know?â
âFor one thing, Iâve never even met the guy.â
âWe can fix that. It would really help Everettâs campaign if you would endorse him,â her father said. âOr, if you donât want to go that far yet, you donât have to be partisan for thisâjust say itâs your pleasure to introduce him.â
Fenwayâs mind raced to figure out how to decline politely. âThat puts me in an awkward position, Dad. Iâve still got to work with the whole board of supervisors until Iâm replacedâand that includes Klein. And besides, wonât it look better for the press coming from Nathaniel Ferris? You know how much half this town loves you.â The half you own, she thought.
âAnd you know better than anyone how the other half of this town hates me.â She thought she detected a note of pleading in his voice. âBut many, many people like you, Fenway. The people who like me like you because youâre my daughter. And the people who donât like me like you because you arrested my right-hand man for murder.â
âI think youâve got that backwards,â Fenway said, fighting to keep the anger out of her voice. âThe half that donât like you donât like me either. And the half that do like you think Iâm some sort of traitor for catching Stotsky.â
âLook, if thereâs one thing I know, itâs how to read a crowd. Your endorsement would be a huge boost.â
âI think my endorsement would probably hurt more than it would help.â
âNot according to our latest poll.â
âPoll?â The idea that her father already spent his own money to conduct polling on this, she realized, shouldnât have been a surprise to her. And yet it never ceased to amaze her how Nathaniel Ferris had no clue how to behave like a normal father.
âYouâve got an eighty-one percent positive rating,â he said.
âYou ran a poll? You do realize this isnât a national election, right?â
âThere are dozens of companies who do this for smaller campaigns, Fenway. Itâs not a big deal. And if you introduced Everett on Monday, weâd have a sure thing in November.â
âOh, Mondayâs no good,â she said, trying to sound as disappointed as she could. âI have to drive up to Seattle this weekend, and I wonât be back.â
âDrive to Seattle? Why in the world would you do
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