Sergeant Miller told Stef over the phone. “Nine a.m. sharp.” There was nothing in his voice to tell her whether this was good or bad news. “What’s it about?” she asked, though she was positive she knew. “IA has finished their investigation,” he reported. “And?” she prompted. “That’s what the captain wants to talk to you about. See you Monday.” After he hung up, Stef called her mother. As the phone rang, Deuce tramped in, head hanging down, his gloomy, bandaged face peering out from a white cone. He couldn’t have looked more dejected. After having discovered that normal movement around the house was dangerous because the cone kept banging into things, he now walked plodding and tentatively everywhere he went. Both of them couldn’t wait for the day they could remove what Deuce most certainly thought of as a punishment. When her mother answered the phone, she explained about her Monday morning appointment. “Okay if I spend the night Sunday?” she asked. “Of course,”
