past, Gabby,” he said. “You’ve got to let it all go at some point.”
“I will when I’m ready.”
“Then introduce yourself to your birth mother, if that’s what it’s going to take.”
“I will eventually. I’m just hesitant, okay? I’ve never known my father. He wasn’t around when I was little, so she’s all I’ve got. And she obviously didn’t want me to disrupt her life twenty-five years ago. She probably doesn’t want me to disrupt it now.”
“I don’t want to sound hard-hearted, but if she’s not interested in getting to know you, that’s her loss. Face it and get over it. Then you can leave Florence and that damn prison and come back to Phoenix where—”
“David, I’m not coming back,” Gabrielle interrupted. “You know that. I want to be here, at least for now. I want to build my life on my own, see where I can go with it. Besides, I could have sisters, aunts, uncles, a whole family here in Florence. You don’t know how much that means to someone who’s never felt connected.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to get into an argument. I grew up with both my parents, so I can’t pretend to know what being adopted means to you. I only know that I don’t like having you and Allie so far away. I don’t like you working such a dangerous job. I—”
“We’re less than two hours away. That’s not far. And it’s not as if what I do is anything unusual. Thousands of people have the same job. Someone’s got to do it. Besides, I thought you didn’t want to argue.”
“I don’t.”
“So ease up, okay?”
Silence, then, “What do you plan to do? About the problem at the prison, I mean?”
Gabrielle let her hair down from its ponytail and ran a hand through it. “I’m thinking I have to report it to the warden.”
“That’s what I was afraid you’d say. Why don’t you file a complaint with Hansen’s boss?”
“Working my way up the ladder could take months. Tucker needs help now. Besides, Warden Crumb has an open-door policy, and I feel he should know what’s going on. There’s more at risk than Tucker. Someday Crumb might be facing allegations of major corruption. I’d want a chance to deal with the situation before I was hit with something like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I don’t care about the warden. I care about you, and I don’t want you to go to him even if he’ll see you. What if this Hansen guy denies what happened? Won’t the other officers back him up because they’re guilty, too? It’s you against the rest. Not even Randall Tucker can substantiate what you say. A murderer sentenced to life doesn’t exactly possess a lot of credibility.”
“I can’t let this kind of thing go on. It’s not right. Randall Tucker was seriously injured. He could’ve been killed.”
“I doubt Hansen would’ve let it go that far.”
“So that makes it okay? Tucker accused him of staging fights. The only thing missing is the bookie.”
“I understand that. But you’re new there, Gabby. You don’t know how everything works yet. Why not lie low for a while and see what happens? Maybe it was a personal thing between Hansen and Tucker. Now that Tucker’s had his beating, it might be over. For all you know, Tucker deserved what happened to him.”
“That’s not for us to decide.”
“So don’t. Just wait a week or two, that’s all I’m asking. See what happens,” he said again. “If you won’t do it for me, do it for Allie.”
“You and Allie are the only reasons I didn’t go to the warden today.”
“Thank heaven for small favors,” he muttered. “You don’t want to alienate everyone your first week, Gabby. Did you get my child support?”
“I did, but you sent more than we agreed.”
“I don’t want you eating noodles every day.”
“I’m not your responsibility.”
“You’d send it to me if you thought I needed it.”
That, at least, was true. “I’m working now. What makes you think I need money?”
“I helped you move into that piece of junk you call a trailer, remember?”
David was right about the trailer. Nearly eighteen years old, it had brown shag carpet, fake wood paneling and pieces of tattered, mismatched furniture. A small awning covered Gabrielle’s white Honda Accord, and various cacti dressed up the desert landscape that predominated in the park, but the place didn’t have much to recommend it. Except that it was cheap and clean and she could call it her own.
“I remember. But this is only until I can afford something better.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t been around very much since the move,” he said.
“That’s okay. You can’t exactly schedule the deaths in your family. I feel bad about Grandma Larsen. I know she meant a lot to you.”
“She was quite the old dame. I never dreamed taking care of her estate could take so long, though. I feel like I’ve been out of circulation for months instead of weeks.”
“How’s your work now that you’re back from Michigan? You doing plenty of loans?”
“Things have fallen off, but I have a new gal on the phones, drumming up refinances.”
“I hope interest rates stay down.”
“I pray to the interest-rate gods every day. How’s Allie?”
“She’s happy and chubby and sometimes I look at her and think I could never love anyone quite so much.”
He fell silent and, for a moment, Gabrielle feared she’d hurt him. “I didn’t mean—”
“Forget it,” he said. “We’ve already been through all that. You love me, but you don’t love me, as if I’m supposed to be able to tell the difference.”
“David, you’re my best friend. I never wanted to cause you pain.”
“I know.” He cleared his throat. “Is Allie walking yet?”
“Almost. She gets around by hanging on to the furniture. When are you going to come see us again?” David’s visitation rights included weekends and holidays, but Allie was still so little, he rarely took her to his place. Even when she and David had first separated and Gabrielle was living in an apartment in Mesa, he typically spent the weekends at her place, where they could all be together.
“I’ve got a lot to do here at the office, and I was planning to get caught up this week. I could come down next Monday. Can you wait that long?”
Five days sounded like an eternity. Gabrielle was tempted to say no. Her life was much easier when David was around. But she wouldn’t let herself use him. He needed to
