“Morning maybe?” Joanna asked tentatively. “Say about ten o’clock.”
Joe Duffy nodded. “What do you think, Ceci?” he asked, frowning down at the little girl. “Would you like to do that?”
Joanna’s heart constricted at the fleeting look of hope that flashed briefly across Ceci Grijalva’s troubled face. “Please,” she said. “I’d like it a lot.”
The old man smiled. “You call us then,” he said to Joanna. “We’re in information. The only Duffys in Wittmann. My wife manages a little trailer park if you call before you come, I can give you directions.”
Ernestina Duffy tossed her head and stalked off across the stage. She may not have approved of the arrangement, but she didn’t voice any further objections.
“Come on, Ceci,” Joe Duffy said, taking Ceci’s hand. “Bring Spot along, would you?”
Dutifully Ceci reached out and took the handle of the oxygen cart.
“Spot?” Joanna asked.
Joe Duffy gave her a grin. “The trailer park don’t allow no pets. So me an’ Ceci an’ Pepe decided that my cart here would be our dog, Spot. He don’t eat much, and he’s never once wet on the carpet. Right, Ceci?”
“Right, Grandpa,” Ceci said.
“And we’ll see you all on Friday morning,” he said to Joanna. “You won’t forget now, will you? I don’t approve of folks who’d let a little kid down.”
“We’ll be there,” Joanna promised. “Jenny and I both.”
“Good.”
“Whoa,” Leann said, once the Duffys and Cecilia, were out of earshot. “That woman is tough as nails. Those kids are lucky they have a guy like him for a grandfather.”
“For the time being,” Joanna said. “But from the look of things, I doubt he’ll be around very long.”
There were still people milling in the aisles as they started toward the car. Just beyond the back row of chairs, the lights of a portable television camera sprang to life directly in their path, almost blinding them.
“Sheriff Brady,” a disembodied woman’s voice said, as a microphone was thrust in front of Joanna’s face. “Sheriff Joanna Brady, could you please tell us why you came here tonight?”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“I missed the first part of the interview,” Leann said later, as they walked from the mall to the car. “Some creepy guy behind us was following so close that when the reporter stopped you, he ran right into me. Stepped on the back of my heel. Did you see him?”
“No,” Joanna said. “I missed that completely.”
“Then, when I turned around to look at him, he glared at me with these cold, ice-blue eyes as if it was all my fault that he ran into me. Whoever he was, he guy had a real problem. I’ve always wondered how dirty looks could cause drive-by shootings. Now maybe I know.”
The two women walked in silence the rest of the way to the car. “How did that reporter know it was you?’’ Leann asked, once they were inside Joanna’s Blazer.
Still somewhat stunned by her unexpected encounter with a television reporter, it was the same question Joanna had been asking herself all the way to the car.
Since deciding to run for office, Joanna had adjusted to the idea that she was no longer a private person in her own hometown, that down in Bisbee there would be people like Marliss Shackleford poking their noses into Joanna’s every move. Until that night, the fact that she was well known on a statewide basis hadn’t yet penetrated her consciousness.
“It is a little disconcerting,” she admitted at last. “That kind of stuff happens all the time in Bisbee, but Bisbee happens to be a very small pond. Phoenix is a lot bigger than that.”
Leann nodded. “By a couple million or so people. Why do you think the reporter singled you out like that?”
“It could be she covered either Andy’s death or else the election. The election’s more likely.’
Leann thought about that for a moment. “Doesn’t not having any privacy bother you?”
“It goes with the territory, I guess,” Joanna answered.
“Well,” Leann returned, “it’s never happened to me before. If they put the part with me in it on the news, it’ll be my first time. As soon as we get home, I’m going to call my mother. Maybe she can tape it.” Leann paused. “What about your mother? Won’t she want to tape it, too?”
“It’s a Phoenix station,” Joanna returned, “Their signals don’t get as far as Bisbee. With any kind of luck, my mother won’t see it.”
“Why do you say that? Will it upset her?”
“Are you kidding? The way I look on TV always her.”
Leann laughed. “Still, I’ll bet she’d like to see it. If Mom tapes it, I’ll have her drop the tape by campus tomorrow. Or else I’ll be seeing her sometime over the weekend. That way you can show it to your family if you want to.”
“Wait a minute,” Joanna said. “You said sometime this weekend. You mean you’re not going to your mother’s for Thanksgiving dinner?”
Leann shook her head.
“Why not?” Joanna continued. “She lives right town somewhere, doesn’t she?”
“Just off Indian School and Twenty-fourth Street,” Leann answered. “But there’s this little problem with my brother and sister-in-law. It’s better for all concerned if I don’t show up in person for holiday meals. That’s all right, though. Mom always saves me a bunch of leftovers.”
They drove in silence for the better part of a mile while Joanna considered what Leann had said. “So what are you doing for Thanksgiving dinner?”
Leann shrugged. “Who knows? There’ll be restaurants open somewhere. I’ll have dinner. Maybe I’ll go to a movie. As a last resort, I suppose I could always study. I’m sure good of Dave Thompson isn’t going to let us off for the holiday without a hundred-or-so-page reading assignment.”
“Why don’t you come to dinner with us?” asked impulsively. “With Jenny and my in-laws and me. We’ll be staying at the Hohokam, right there on Grand Avenue. We have a five o’clock reservation in the hotel dining room. I’m sure we could add one more place if we need to. Where are you going to be for the weekend, then, back in Tempe?”
Leann shook her head. “I’m between apartments right now,” she said. “I figured that as long as the APOA was giving me a place to stay for the better part of six weeks, there was no need for me to pay rent at the same time.”
“That settles it, then!” Joanna said forcefully. “If you’re spending the whole weekend here on campus all by yourself, you have to come to dinner with us.”
“I shouldn’t,” Leann said. “I shouldn’t intrude on your family time.”
“Believe me, you won’t. Besides, you’ll love Jim Bob and Eva Lou Brady. Unlike my mother, those two are dyed-in-the-wool SOEs.”
“S-O-E?” Leann repeated with a questioning frown. “What’s that, some kind of secret fraternal organization?”
Joanna laughed. “Hardly,” she said. “It means salt of the earth. They’re nice people. Regular people.”
After thinking about the invitation for a few seconds, Leann suddenly smiled and nodded. “Why not?” she said. “That’s very nice of you. I’ll come. It’ll give me something to look forward to when I’m locked up in my room doing my homework.”
A moment later she added, “I’m glad we went tonight. We both needed to be at the vigil, and dinner was fun. I feel like I made a new friend tonight.”
“That’s funny,” Joanna replied, flashing her own quick smile back in Leann Jessup’s direction. “I feel the same way.”
By then they had reached the entrance to the APOA campus. The Blazer’s headlights slid briefly across Tommy Tompkins’s broken-winged angel guarding the entryway. Basking in the glow of a newfound friendship, the angel seemed far less incongruous to Joanna now than it had the first time she saw it.