Montoya, chief deputy for administration, was not amused. "That's no way to run a department," he said.

"And neither is this," Joanna told them firmly. "Quit bickering, both of you. You sound like a wrangling old married couple. Let's go to work. Yesterday's overtime charges aren't Dick's fault, Frank. He wasn't even in town when the storm hit. On the other hand, Frank is right about the budget shortfall. Every week he gives me a computer printout that shows where we are and where we're going. At the moment we're running six-point-seven days short of being able to meet basic payroll at the end of the fiscal year. That's a serious problem. Everybody from patrol right through jail staff is going to have to do something to fix it. Now let's-"

The intercom buzzed. Shaking her head in annoyance, Joanna pushed the button. "What is it, Kristin?" she demanded. "We're having a briefing in here. Can't it wait until-"

"There's someone here who insists on seeing you, Sheriff Brady," Kristin said. "His name's Ignacio Ybarra."

"You mean he's here to see one of the detectives, don't you?" Joanna asked.

"No. He says he wants to see the sheriff. Right away."

"Where's Detective Carpenter?"

"He still hasn't come in this morning."

"And Detective Carbajal?"

"He's on his way up to the courthouse to see Judge Moore about a search warrant."

Joanna considered for a moment. "Does Mr. Ybarra have Burton Kimball along with him?"

"The lawyer? No," Kristin answered. "He's here alone."

"Ybarra," Dick Voland said, glancing down and scanning his briefing sheet. "Isn't he the prime suspect in the O'Brien case'?" Joanna nodded, and Voland rose to his feel. "If you want me to, Sheriff Brady, I can handle this for you...."

"He asked to speak to me, Dick," Joanna said firmly. "I'll talk to him myself."

"Without Ernie?"

"You heard Kristin. Mr. Ybarra asked for me. He didn't ask for you or Detective Carpenter or even for Detective Carbajal."

"But-" Voland began.

Joanna cut him off. "I'm quite capable of passing along whatever information is given to me, Dick. Now, if it's all right with you two, we'll continue our briefing in the conference room as soon as I finish up with Mr. Ybarra."

The two chief deputies left immediately after that, although Dick Voland was still grumbling about it under his breath as he walked out the door. Joanna punched the intercom button once more. "All right, Kristin," she said. "You can send him in now."

Ignacio Ybarra entered the room looking awful. His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. His coloring was gray. Dark circles under his eyes said he hadn't slept. Once through the doorway, he paused and glanced warily around the room as if expecting to see other people.

"Have a seat, Mr. Ybarra," Joanna said. "And relax. There's no one else here but us-no hidden microphones, no nothing. Are you sure you wouldn't like to have your attorney present when you speak to me?"

Ignacio shook his head and eased himself onto a chair, grimacing with pain as he did so. "No," he said. "This is all right."

''What can I do for you, then?" Joanna asked.

Nacio took a deep breath. "I come to talk to you about Bree's earring."

"The one you found and then lost again?"

The young man nodded. "I only found part of it," he said. "The pearl."

"What about it?" Joanna asked.

"You know something about that earring, don't you, Sheriff Brady?"

Once again, Joanna thought back to Katherine O'Brien's surprising reaction to the one remaining earring-to the fact that the dead girl's mother wanted to have nothing to do with it. Nodding, Joanna kept quiet and waited for Ignacio Ybarra to speak again. Instead, he sat in an uncomfortable and lengthening silence, staring down at his hands.

Joanna wasn't quite sure what to do next. Here was a murder suspect who had willingly walked into her office. He must have come there with the intention of volunteering some bit of information he hadn't been prepared to share earlier in the presence of his attorney. Now, though, he had frozen up. He seemed unable to say anything at all much less what he had come to say.

Sitting there, Joanna Brady regretted that she wasn't more experienced at interrogating suspects. What she had done in-stead, however, was live on the High Lonesome long enough to recognize the sometime necessity of priming a pump. In order to elicit any information from this obviously guarded and wary young man, she would have to share some bit of intelligence herself.

"I know her parents didn't approve of them," she said quietly.

Ignacio's troubled brown eyes met hers. The pained hurt in that look--the all-consuming griefwas almost more than Joanna could bear. Katherine O'Brien's way of grieving had been far more decorous and controlled-grief under glass, almost. Ignacio's pain was much closer to the surface and written over every inch of him. Joanna Brady had been through her own terrible loss. She recognized there was no fakery in Ignacio Ybarra's hurt, no pretense. Regardless of how Brianna O'Brien had died-at her lover's hands or someone else's-that Monday morning, Ignacio was suffering. His heart was broken.

"They told you that?" he asked at last.

"Mrs. O'Brien did," Joanna replied. "She said her husband disapproved of Brianna's wearing earrings."

"Bid she tell you how much they didn't like them?"

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. O'Brien hit Bree," Ignacio said quickly. "Did her mother tell you about that, too?"

Joanna shook her head. "No," she said.

"Well, he did," Ignacio declared, rushing on. "He caught her wearing the earrings in the house and told her to take them off. She told him they were her ears, that she should he able to decide what she would and wouldn't wear on them. That's when he slapped her-hard, right across the face. It happened the week before graduation. She had to wear makeup all week to keep the bruise from showing."

Joanna nil let her breath out. I wasn't wrong, she thought. There was an undercurrent of violence in that compulsively clean house. And in Bree's room as well.

"Did her parents know about you?" Joanna asked gently a moment later. "Did they know that's where the earrings came from?"

Ignacio shook his head. "I don't think so," he said. "She was afraid to tell them."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "Bree was afraid of what her father might do if he discovered his daughter was involved with an Hispanic."

"Afraid he'd do something to her or to you?" Joanna prompted.

"Maybe both," Ignacio replied after a pause.

"She was afraid he'd hurt you?"

"He did," Ignacio said simply.

Joanna sat bolt upright in her chair. "He did what?"