Will lunged for Vickery’s gun, but he wasn’t fast enough to outrun the nitrogen charge. The probes dug into the back of his neck.
He was unconscious before he hit the floor.
15.
FIVE DAYS BEFORE THE RAID
Lena laid back on the table at Dr. Benedict’s office. Her head was elevated, but her legs dangled uncomfortably over the end. She tried to keep the paper gown from riding up. It was no use. She was quickly learning that you had to choose between being pregnant and being modest. This was the first of many compromises Lena saw in her future. She already had the sensation of her body being taken over. She was peeing more. Sleeping more. Hell, she was even breathing more. The weird part was that instead of feeling invaded, Lena felt happier than she’d ever been in her life.
“You decent?” Jared peered around the door. He saw Lena and gave a low whistle as he walked over to the table. “Babe, I’m seeing some bedroom opportunities here.”
She rolled her eyes, even though she felt a strange thrill when he talked like this. And he was talking like this a lot lately.
She asked, “What’d you say to get out of work?”
“Told them I needed some personal time. They think I’m having an affair.”
She slapped his arm. “That’s not funny.”
He laughed good-naturedly as he looked around the room. “What is all this crap?”
“Got me,” Lena said, though she recognized the ultrasound machine. Just looking at it made her nervous. She didn’t know what she would do if something was wrong. No heartbeat. The baby’s brain growing outside of its head. Horror stories were all over the Internet. She’d turned off the computer last night and thrown up in the hall bathroom.
Jared pulled out one of the stirrups. “You think they sell these tables at Costco?”
“Can you not be disgusting?” She slid the stirrup back in with her heel. “It’s bad enough I’m gonna be poked and prodded for the next eight months.”
“Seven and a half.” He picked up the plastic model of a uterus. The pieces fell apart in his hands. “Shit, the baby went under the table.”
Lena watched him get down on his hands and knees to retrieve the plastic fetus. His ass was in the air. His uniform pants stretched in a not unpleasant way. They worked out at the gym together almost every morning. Sometimes, Lena watched him doing squats while she ran on the treadmill.
“Found it.” Jared stood up, holding the fetus like a toothpick between his thumb and forefinger. “You okay? Your face is red.”
Lena put her hand to her cheek. She changed the subject. “I saw this pregnant woman at the store yesterday. The checkout lady patted her stomach like she was a dog. Then she said, ‘Good job, Mom,’ like it takes a special skill to get knocked up.”
Jared grinned. “You think people are gonna pat my crotch and tell me good job?”
“Not unless they want my Glock up their ass.”
He laughed, putting the plastic baby in the uterus, snapping the pieces back together. “You know my mom’s gonna wanna be here when it happens.”
Lena didn’t want to talk about that. Today was supposed to be happy.
“I’m just warning you,” Jared said. “And telling you that I want her here.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Your skeevy uncle will probably come, too.”
“At least Hank will have the decency to stay in a motel and leave the next day.”
Jared couldn’t argue with that. Hank had visited a few times since they got married. He was very mindful of outstaying his welcome.
She said, “It’s bad luck to talk about any of this now.” Lena couldn’t help adding, “Like painting the nursery. And looking at cribs. We need to wait another couple of weeks.”
He put the uterus back on the counter with a thud.
She tried, “Besides, if you’re going to work around the house, you should finish the kitchen.”
“It’ll be finished before the baby comes.”
“It’d better be.” Lena felt a fight brewing. She pulled back, not wanting the day ruined. All week, Jared had been talking about seeing the baby for the first time. She couldn’t mess this up for him.
Lena asked, “You’re never late. What kept you?”
“They put in the marker for Lonnie’s son this morning. Some of us rode by to pay our respects.”
“That’s nice.” Lena felt a swell of sympathy for the chief. His son had died after a long illness. Lonnie wouldn’t let him go, even when it was clear that nothing could be done to save him. In the end, they’d hooked him up to every machine in the ICU.
Jared said, “Something bad like that happens to me, promise me you’ll pull the plug.”
“I’ll pull it right now.”
“I mean it,” he said. “Don’t let me hang around like that. Peeing in a bag. People touching me like I’m a baby.” He asked Lena, “What’s the point of touching somebody who’s in a coma? What if they don’t want you to? They can’t stop you. They’re just trapped there. That’s some creepy shit.” He shuddered. “And don’t let my mama dress me up in pajamas. You know she’d get crazy like that.”
Lena felt her lip start to tremble.
He stared at her, confused. “Are you crying?”
“Yes, I’m crying, you dipshit.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Why would you talk about dying in the hospital when I’m carrying your fucking baby?”
“Jesus,” he muttered. He pulled a tissue out of the box on the counter. There was only one left. He handed it to Lena. “Don’t be crying like that when the doctor comes in. He’s gonna think I hit you or something.”
Lena blew her nose. “Talk about something else.”
He easily found a different subject. “How’s the raid going?”
Jared had tipped her off about a shooting gallery on Redding Street. He was following the case like a gambler who’d placed a large bet.
She told him, “It’s going to shit, is how it’s going.” She used the dirty tissue to wipe her eyes. “I need more Kleenex.”
He opened the door and called, “Nurse? Can we get some more Kleenex?” He waited in the open doorway, asking Lena, “You get anybody to flip on Sid?”
“What do you think?” She wiped her nose again. “Denise is about to have a stroke. She’s convinced this is our way into Big Whitey.”
Jared rolled his eyes. He liked Denise, but girls like Marie Sorensen ran off all the time. Using Big Whitey as the bogeyman took some of the blame off her shoulders.
Lena felt the need to take up for her friend. “He could exist. Denise found his name on a wire out of Florida.”
Jared shook his head with the sort of disregard that made her want to smack him. “I’m with Lonnie on this one. It’s a dead end.”
“Sid Waller is the key,” Lena insisted, though she had come to accept lately that Waller was still going to be walking around free when her kid graduated from high school. “Once he’s locked up, he’ll start singing.”
“Mean ol’ Big Whitey will kill Waller before he lets that happen. Right?”