“Sure, we’re all right. Daisy’s going to have a hangover, but she’s not hurt.”
Stone got up, went back to the squad room, and found Briscoe. “She’s told me what happened. It was a good shooting.”
“Looks that way,” Briscoe said, “but I don’t have the final call on that.”
Stone noticed for the first time that Holly’s new Sig-Sauer was on Briscoe’s desk in an evidence bag, and her badge lay beside it. “She’s on duty,” he said. “She’s got a fugitive warrant.”
“I got that,” Briscoe replied. “That ought to cover it. We want to see the warrant, though.”
“It’s at my house. I’ll get it to you. Will you release her to me?”
“Oh, we’re not holding her. She can go. She can have her gun and badge back, too.” He handed them to Stone. “We took a sample round for the file.”
Dino burst into the room. “What happened?”
Stone told him.
“Are we all square here?” Dino asked Briscoe.
“Yes, Lieutenant. We need a phone number for her, and we want to see her fugitive warrant, but that’s it. It’s clearly self-defense.”
“You got an ID on the guy with the knife?”
“He had nothing on him but the knife, but we’ll run his prints.”
“What happened to the second guy?”
“He beat it out of there. The gunshot must have scared him off.”
“Thanks, Briscoe,” Dino said. He pulled Stone aside. “How’s Holly taking all this?”
“She’s okay, I think. She’s mostly worried about Daisy.”
“Where are they?”
“In an interrogation room back there. Are you in a car?”
“Yeah. Let’s get her back to your place, and I’ll pick up the fugitive warrant.” He gave Briscoe Stone’s number.
By the time they were back at the house, Daisy was walking, but slowly.
As they walked in the front door, Ham came down the stairs. He pointed at Holly’s jacket pocket. “Was the bullet going in or out?”
“Out,” Holly said.
Ham put an arm around her. “Let’s get you into bed.”
“Ham . . .”
” Tell me about it later.”
When Holly and Daisy were tucked in, Stone and Ham went down to the kitchen and had a beer.
“She can take care of herself,” Ham said.
“Apparently so.”
“What’s going on here, Stone?”