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321 pages, Paperback
First published July 27, 2010
Greater Phoenix stretches some forty-five miles from north to south and sixty miles from east to west, in a valley originally settled by the Hohokam Indians about three hundred years before the birth of Christ . For reasons not entirely clear— perhaps because fourteenth -century air-conditioning units were so notoriously difficult to service and maintain— the Hohokam abandoned the valley early in the fifteenth century, and it then remained largely empty of population until the first white people settled here in the 1860s.
In Maggie’s case, “lunch” consisted of a small garden salad with a simple oil and vinegar dressing on the side, accompanied by a refreshing cup of soy milk. Apparently deciding to live life in the fast lane, she ordered chocolate soy milk rather than vanilla, which was her usual choice. I was less confident than she that we’d be eating again any time soon and so ordered a Coke, a medium-rare hamburger, and a side salad of my own.
I knew that I was going to be in deep shit for punching out Doyle— almost certainly I was facing a suspension and disciplinary action. I deeply regretted the former, and could only hope that whatever punishment I’d face would at least be delayed until after the McClain case was resolved. But I did not for a moment regret reacting as I had in response to Doyle’s crude remark. The bastard had gotten exactly what he deserved, and no matter the consequences, I’d never apologize for giving it to him.