going to be tense enough without her breezing in five minutes behind. Frank would use it as another reason she was not ready to return to the force, and Matt, his cohort, would agree. Today would be a harder test for Lena than her first day in uniform. Just like then, everyone would be looking at her to fail. Thedifference was that now they would feel sorry for her if she fucked up, whereas before they would have cheered. If she was honest with herself, Lena would rather have their cheers than their pity. If this did not work out today, she did not know what she would do. Move, probably. Maybe they were hiring in Alaska.
She told Ethan, âIâll probably have to work late tonight.â
âI donât mind,â he told her, relaxed by the implication that she would see him later. âWhy donât you come over?â
âBecause your dorm smells like puke and piss.â
âI could come over there.â
âYeah, thatâd be great. With my dead sisterâs gay lover in the next room? No thanks.â
âCome on, baby. I want to see you.â
âI donât know how late Iâll be,â she told him. âIâll probably be tired.â
âThen we can just sleep,â he offered. âI donât care. I want to see you.â
His voice was soothing now, but Lena knew if she kept resisting he would turn nasty. Ethan was only twenty-three, almost ten years younger than Lena, and he had yet to figure out that a night spent apart was not the end of their relationship. Though, sometimes, Lena wished it could be that easy to make the break from him. Maybe now that she had a job again, something more demanding to occupy her brain than the daytime TV schedule, she could finally get away.
âLena?â Ethan said, as if a sixth sense told him she was thinking about leaving. âI love you so much,baby.â His voice grew even softer. âCome see me tonight. Iâll make us dinner, maybe get some wine . . . ?â
âI missed my period last month.â
He sucked in air and her only regret was that she could not see his expression.
âThatâs not funny.â
âYou think Iâm joking?â she asked. âIâm three weeks late.â
Finally, he came up with âStress can do that, right?â
âSo can sperm.â
He was quiet, his breathing the only noise on the line.
She forced something that sounded like a laugh. âStill love me, baby?â
His voice was tight and controlled. âDonât be like that.â
âLookit,â she said, wishing that she had never even mentioned it to him. âDonât worry, okay? Iâll take care of it.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means what it means, Ethan. If Iâm . . .â She couldnât even say the word. âIf somethingâs happened, Iâll take care of it.â
âYou canâtââ
The phone beeped, and Lena had never been so thankful for call-waiting in her life. âIâve got to get this. Iâll see you around.â She clicked the phone to the other call before Ethan could say anything else.
âLee?â a raspy voice said. Lena suppressed a groan, thinking she would have been better off sticking with Ethan.
âHey, Hank.â
âHappy birthday, girl!â
She smiled before she caught herself.
âDidja get my card?â
âYeah,â she told her uncle. âThanks.â
âYou get yourself something nice?â
âYeah,â Lena repeated, tugging the jacket back into place. Hankâs two hundred dollars could have been better spent on groceries or her car payment, but Lena had splurged for once. Today was an important day. She was a cop again.
Her cell phone rang, and she saw from the caller ID that it was Ethan, calling on his cell phone. He was still holding on call-waiting.
Hank said, âYou need to get that?â
âNo,â she told him,