that he couldn’t see a few seconds ahead to know when to keep from doing something stupid.
“The IV,” she said, following his eyes, “is nothing but a precaution. They have to charge you for something.”
“The department’s insurance will cover it.”
“Nonsense,” she said. “I wasn’t on the job.”
“You’re always on the job.”
“I’m a civilian employee—part time at that—who serves at the pleasure of the sheriff. That doesn’t come with benefits, last I looked.”
“Well, you didn’t look carefully enough. You serve at my pleasure, and it’s my pleasure that our policy will cover it. Have you ever seen the bill from an emergency room visit?”
“I’ll withhold my objections until I know what we’re talking about.”
“That’s better.”
“So the ‘Oh, damn’? Was that for my face?”
“General condition,” he said. “The hospital gown. Lying there like that. Your face . . . I like your face. No complaints.”
“The doctor said it won’t scar. Some will heal faster than others, but they’re nothing to worry about.”
“You saved a life,” he said.
“I need you to go to bat for me.”
“Regarding?”
“Pam.”
Pam was Fiona’s other boss, the editor/owner of the Mountain Express , Ketchum/Sun Valley’s weekly.
“Because?”
“There were a lot of people taking pictures.”
“Heroic moments tend to get that.”
“I don’t want my picture to run.”
“I doubt you’ll have any say in the matter. For once your modesty, the way you stalk about, is going to lose out to the needs of the masses. Pam will run it on the front page, I would think.”
“She can’t,” Fiona said defiantly.
“But she will, no matter how much you object.”
“It’s a giveaway. The front page hardly matters.”
“A good front page, the more copies you give away, the more you can charge for your ads next time.”
“Whose side are you on? I need you, Walt.”
“It’s false modesty: you saved a life.”
“My picture cannot run in that paper.” Her tone and demeanor had changed. The physical pain and shock behind her eyes had given way to anger.
“O . . . k . . . a . . . y. Maybe we should talk about this.”
“I can’t. That’s not going to happen. I just need you to speak with her, to convince her.”
“And you need me to do this because . . . ?”
“Because I’m her employee. I’m your employee. Employer to employer, I need you to talk to her and make up anything you want, any reason you want, just make sure no photo runs.”
“If you were trying to win my curiosity, you’ve succeeded,” he said. “What the hell is going on?”
She seemed ready to tell him something, but couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“Talk to me,” he said, his own voice now sharing her concern. He caught a glimpse of himself in one of the stainless steel fixtures. He had a wide face, slightly boyish, with kind eyes. His hair was short and graying prematurely. His ex-wife had once advised him to use “product” on his hair, but he’d resisted. He was suddenly revisiting that idea.
“I need you to convince her not to run any photos. I’m a civilian employee of your office—part time—and you want to protect my privacy. Make up anything you like.”
“There’s a little thing called freedom of the press.”
“Which is why it can’t come from me. From you it carries a lot more weight.”
“My office can’t make that kind of request without being able to back it up. I’ve never made such a request. And there have been plenty of times I didn’t want a photo to run. We’ve blacked out eyes a few times. I could ask her for that—but I’d have to have a reason.”
“That’ll just cause more of a sensation,” Fiona said. “That’s worse than just running a picture.”
“You’re not giving me a lot of options here.”
“Can’t I get a favor with no strings attached? Please. Ask her not to run my picture.”
Something had been nagging at Walt that now made a world of sense. Again, he voiced it without taking proper time to think through the consequences.
“This paranoia of yours . . . It doesn’t happen to have anything to do with your always being on the other end of the camera, does it?” Her eyes grew intense. If what he’d seen a few seconds before was anger, this was now rage. “You take the pictures to make sure no one takes them of you? Is that it? Could that be any more insidious?”
“Please, stop,” she said.
The nurse knocked on the frame. “I’m coming in there,” she announced.