Two hours later, Martinez knocked lightly on the doorframe of Maura's hospital room. He motioned Jane out of the room.
"Hey, Janie," he said, offering a tired version of usual grian. "Just thought you'd want to know that we got the guy. Royez is under arrest in a hospital across town."
Jane nodded. "Good. I hope that son-of-a-bitch enjoys the rest of his one-eyed life behind bars."
Martinez chuckled. "Oh, I'm sure he'll do his best to continue his drug trade from jail."
Jane shuddered. "Let's hope that fails."
"The dose didn't turn you into a junkie, huh?"
Jane shrugged. "You know, I think I'll stick with beer."
"Oh, really?" Martinez's grin widened, and he pulled a six pack from behind his back. "I thought you might say that. And, in case you're hungry, pizza is on the way."
Jane raised her eyebrows. "You brought me beer and ordered pizza? You know I'm in the hospital, right?"
Martinez shrugged. "Si, Janie. And I also know that you never followed the rules anyway. You've been here enough to know which ones you won't get in too much trouble for breaking."
Jane looked into Maura's room. Her best friend was asleep and stable. Her mother was sitting an armchair in the corner, also asleep. And a man who she once thought of as a rival was offering her two of her favorite foods. She returned Martinez's shrug, and sat down in the chair outside Maura's door. She offered Martinez the one next to her.
"Well, I'm not going to turn down free pizza. And I think I've earned a beer."
He cracked open a bottle and handed it to her, raising his eyebrows. "Oh really? Just one?"
Jane looked at the six pack.
"Well," she took another glance into Maura's room. "Maybe two."