Somehow she’d drifted off and didn’t wake up until they reached the outskirts of Hartley. She opened her eyes with effort and looked around, trying to reorient herself. “Oh, jeez, I didn’t mean to drift off again while you were driving. You should have woken me up!” “You were exhausted, and I figured that since tomorrow’s Sunday I’ll catch some sleep once we get to Paul’s.” “I never heard you call him.” “That’s because I haven’t—not yet anyway.” “It’s late. Maybe he’s asleep.” He shook his head. “Doubtful. Paul doesn’t sleep much these days. After being involved in a shoot-out that left him wounded and his partner dead, Paul’s changed, both inside and out. He’s struggling with a lot of unresolved issues.” He glanced at her and shook his head, preempting any questions. “I can’t say more. One Navajo shouldn’t speak for another.” They soon arrived at the coffee shop and Gene parked in the back. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and got his brother on the second ring.
