- •If the nine of us had a vote, Rafter would be the first sacrificial lamb. Eight to one.
- •I doubted if the Yale money went to feed needy students. "Well, the United Way spreads the money around the city, and I'm sure some of it went to help the poor."
- •Invention failed me. "None," I said softly.
- •I flipped through the papers as Mister walked to the windows and peeked around the
- •Instead of shooting Colburn, he aimed at Nuzzo and repeated the three questions. Nnzzo
- •I could see our friends and a squadron of cops flying across the city, through rash-hour
- •I didn't know. There was blood on my face and shirt, and a sticky liquid that a doctor
- •I met Claire the week after I moved to d.C. I was just out of Yale with a great job in a
- •It's standard procedure in that situation--they notify the hospitals, and everyone is placed
- •It was busy and dusty and I was fascinated with the place.
- •It was a soft jab, and I was not in the mood to spar. "Do you know if he had aids?"
- •I saw a paralegal scanning blueprints at a desk next to a secretarial pool, and I asked him
- •I smiled again and nodded my agreement. An ass and a fool. If Chance had been pleasant
- •I was tiring of the games. I could tell she was pleased that my brush with death had
- •It was over. And I hated to tell my mother.
- •I don't know which of my parents got the worst end of my visit. My mother wanted
- •It was my life, not his.
- •I drove alone on the narrow paved trail while he stalked down the fairway chasing his
- •Vengeance. Two more volunteers manned the stove. Several hauled the food to the
- •I tried to understand this. "Then where do these people live?"
- •Volunteers stepped forward to help. One parked them in a corner near the kitchen and
- •I hadn't planned on sleeping with these people. Nor had I planned on leaving the building
- •I thought about Claire for the first time in several hours. How would she react if she knew
- •I squatted close to him, and held out a cookie. His eyes glowed and he grabbed it. I
- •I didn't smell anything foul, though I was certain I could feel lice jumping from its head
- •I hadn't dreamed of parting with my fabulous car. I was almost offended.
- •It was dim, cold, and empty. He flipped on light switches and began talking. "There are
- •In eighty-six; must've been a hundred years old. He made a ton of money, and late in life
- •In the summer, cuts down on the street traffic. You want coffee?"
- •I listened intently, and he could read my mind. Mordecai began to reel me in.
- •I raced to the sidewalk, sliding in the snow but staying on my feet, then down p Street to
- •I must have made a strange sound, because a jogger gave me an odd look, as if I might be
- •I didn't want to sit in the car by myself, but by then I trusted him with my life anyway.
- •I cursed Mister for derailing my life. I cursed Mordecai for making me feel guilty. And
- •Vintage Warner. I had a problem, he already had the solution. Nice and neat. Twelve
- •It was almost five before I found a few minutes alone. I said good-bye to Polly, and
- •In a tight booth.
- •Invitation. Mordecai had something on his mind. I could tell by the way his eyes followed
- •I called in sick tuesday. "Probably the flu," I told polly, who, as she was trained to do,
- •I was alone, with my choice of seating. I walked quietly to a spot above the rear door,
- •Its leaders who allowed such a thing to happen. She blamed Congress, especially the
- •I closed the door, sat down. "Thought you were sick," he said.
- •It was a very nice apartment; at twenty-four hundred a month it should've been even nicer.
- •I put a log on the fire, fixed another drink, and slept on the sofa.
- •I was impressed and touched by the idea, and I could not simply dismiss it. I promised
- •I cut the editorial from the paper, folded it, and placed it in my wallet.
- •Immediately known that we were up to something.
- •Very somber Rudolph that a bad precedent could be set. With a firm so large, granting a
- •It was getting dark, and Sofia seemed anxious to leave. Abraham retreated to his office.
- •I stuffed the pills in my pockets. Leon was napping in the car. As we sped away, I called
- •I explained why I was there. He found a clipboard and studied papers stuck to it. In the
- •It would be our last meal together as husband and wife, ending the same way we'd begun,
- •I walked to m Street, in a light rain that was turning to sleet, and in significant pain.
- •It was an assault, a burst of personality that put me on my heels. I shook hands, reeling,
- •I caught a very faint smile, a relaxing around the eyes, nothing a surveillance camera
- •Impression he would have rather stayed in bed.
- •Into a pile on the bed--socks, underwear, tee shirts, miletries, shoes, but only the ones I
- •I believed him. He'd been a friend for seven years, close at times. More often than not,
- •If Braden Chance had made the connection between the eviction and Lontae Burton, he
- •I go play tennis for two weeks on Maui, then when we return you go back to your plush
- •In the past fifteen years, two and a half million low-cost housing units have been
- •Violate their leases, which can lead to eviction. They move around, sometimes they leave
- •I wrote down these instructions as if they were complicated. Waylene was owed two
- •Verified it. Mordecai said, "va is a good agency. We'll get the checks sent here."
- •Vision of Claire sitting in her lawyer's fine office, at that very moment, finalizing plans to
- •I was in no hurry to leave the clinic at the end of my first day. Home was an empty attic,
- •Very thin. I ignored him. "Your names please," I said to the two uniformed cops. They
- •Indicating how much he paid for it."
- •I almost asked why the city didn't intervene and enforce its laws, but fortunately I caught
- •Intake room, and disappeared. We set up our clinic, and were ready to dispense advice.
- •I was spellbound by his story. With every client I had met so far during my brief career as
- •I walked several blocks and stopped at a busy corner. Leaning on a building, I dialed
- •I grunted and gave him my best smart-ass laugh. "The arrest warrant usually follows the
- •Into the parking lots were of the midsized commuter variety, mostly clean and with all
- •In cars, begging for coins, counting the hours until she could see him, then being ignored
- •I removed each file from my cabinets, waved them under Gasko's nose, and returned
- •I noticed something I should have seen before. There were different levels of
- •Interest in leaving me alone; the two searches were clear proof that Arthur on the top
- •Initially. In the event we recovered damages, the family would be a nightmare. It was safe
- •It was already a habit.
- •I wasn't about to scold her. I had done nothing since the day before to help her find
- •It was a small step, but not an insignificant one.
- •It was Friday afternoon. I might not survive a weekend in the city jail.
- •I closed my eyes and tried to get comfortable, which I found impossible to do while
- •If searching for a dime. Finding none, he pointed and grunted at a metal detector, which I
- •Voice was calling for a guard. The punk with my jacket did not put it on. The cell
- •I wasn't hungry, but I thought about food. I had no toothbrush. I didn't need the toilet, but
- •Incarceration was over. Sofia waited outside with her car, and they whisked me away.
- •I left my apartment just before sunrise, Saturday, in a rush to find the nearest newspaper.
- •It sounded like a silly little spat--a bunch of lawyers quibbling over nothing but
- •I was not going to be sucked into an argument I couldn't win. "Are you going to Naomi's
- •I almost ran a red light. She was sleeping on the office doorstep at sunrise; she was barely
- •I drank tea with a Catholic priest at the Redeemer Mission off Rhode Island. He studied
- •I thanked her for calling, and we promised to keep in touch. When I laid the cell phone
- •I left as soon as I could. She invited me to return for lunch. We could eat in her office,
- •I once rode.
- •I arrived at the Associated Life Building shortly after seven Monday morning. The day
- •It was so familiar!
- •Important people, Hector had been found by the only person he was running from.
- •Indexed into the file. You did this because you knew Braden Chance would remove it at
- •In d.C. And we've talked to the guard who was with you on January twenty-seventh."
- •Interest in talking. Hector asked how much rent was being charged for the apartments,
- •I watched ten minutes of the second half, then left with spasms in my back, aftereffects of
- •I thanked them and left. The motel was at least ten miles from our office. I called Megan
- •If I couldn't keep her locked away in suburban motels for three nights, then how was I
- •I stared at the phone long after our conversation was over. I did not want to see Warner,
- •Ignored.
- •I told him the story, stretching it out with every detail because I was in control of the
- •I took a deep breath and enjoyed the humor of his question. He relaxed too. We were too
- •I waved him off and walked away.
- •Vehicles behind it. A large, toothy dog with a chain around its neck guarded the front. I
- •I left Megan at Naomi's, and promised to call later in the afternoon. Ruby had become a
- •Valuable. There appeared to be no motive. He encountered a street person in some
- •It had been many years since a member of Congress had been shot in Washington.
- •I vowed to get a bed. I was losing too much sleep floundering on the floor, trying to
- •In a lengthy article, he examined each of the three defendants, beginning with RiverOaks.
- •It was twenty minutes past nine when I arrived with my lawyer at the Carl Moultrie
- •It was only a first appearance! I would stand before the Judge while he read the charges. I
- •I nodded in agreement. It certainly felt unusual to me.
- •In the midst of this sad obituary, a glimmer of hope sprang forth. After Temeko arrived,
- •In his finest moment, he dwelt on street crime, and the deterioration of our cities. (His
- •Implied that he thought so, but bring in Justice!
- •I followed her into the front room, where in the center Mr. Deese sat next to her desk. He
- •I almost hoped the police would sweep the streets again.
- •In a hallowed corner of the building I'd never been near. Mordecai was treated like a visiting dignitary by the receptionist and staff--his coat was quickly taken, his coffee
- •Interest in judicial proceedings in Omaha. He knew what he could do with a jury in the
- •Individual wrongs; they are sometimes used as pulpits.
- •I drove to the Georgetown Law School near Capitol Hill. The library was open until
- •I wanted to take my seat in the jury box, listen to it all, and not be bothered by anyone.
- •If at trial we proved the defendants liable, the jury would then consider the issue of
- •It was a spellbinding performance, given off the cuff with the skill of a gifted storyteller.
- •It was the perfect case for the levying of punitive damages, and there was little doubt in
- •I caught a few stares from Rafter, but who cared. He and the rest were anxious to get their
- •I was unlocking the car when the cell phone rattled in my pocket. It was Judge DeOrio.
- •I avoided the jury box and sat next to Mordecai. Wilma Phelan had left.
- •Involved in this mess, and we'll have us an old-fashioned spitting contest." He pointed at
- •Voices would be heard through ours.
- •I was too surprised to say much, so I just listened. I wished Mordecai could hear him.
- •I didn't dare think of the future; the past was still happening.
I raced to the sidewalk, sliding in the snow but staying on my feet, then down p Street to
Wisconsin, over to Thirty-fourth to a newsstand. Out of breath and horrified, I grabbed a
paper. On the bottom comer of the front page was the story, obviously thrown in at the
last minute. No names.
! yanked open Section A, dropping the rest of the paper onto the wet sidewalk. The story
continued on page fourteen with a few standard comments from the police and the
predictable warnings about the dangers of clogged tailpipes. Then the heartbreaking
details: The mother was twenty-two. Her name was Lontae Burton. The baby was
Temeko. The toddlers, Alonzo and Dante, were twins, age two. The big brother was
Ontario, age four.
I must have made a strange sound, because a jogger gave me an odd look, as if I might be
dangerous. I began walking away, holding the paper open, stepping on the other twenty
sections.
"Excuse me!" a nasty voice called from behind. "Would you like to pay for that?" I kept
walking.
He approached from the rear and yelled, "Hey, pal!" I stopped long enough to pull a five-
dollar bill from my pocket and throw it at his feet, hardly looking at him.
On P, near the apartment, I leaned on a brick retaining wall in front of someone's
splendid rowhouse. The sidewalk had been meticulously shoveled. I read the story again,
slowly, hoping that somehow the ending would be different. Thoughts and questions
came in torrents, and I couldn't keep up with them. But two repeated themselves: Why
didn't they return to the shelter? And, did the baby die wrapped in my denim jacket?
Thinking was burden enough. Walking was almost impossible. After the shock, the guilt
hit hard. Why didn't I do something Friday night when I first saw them? I could have
taken them to a warm motel and fed them.
The phone was ringing when I entered my apartment. It was Mordecai. He asked if I'd
seen the story. I asked if he remembered the wet diaper. Same family, I said. He'd never
heard their names. I told him more about my encounter with Ontario.
"I'm very sorry, Michael," he said, much sadder now.
"So am I."
I couldn't say much, the words wouldn't form, so we agreed to meet later. I went to the
sofa, where I remained for an hour without moving.
Then I went to my car and removed the bags of food and toys and clothing I'd bought for
them.
* * *
Only because he was curious, Mordecai came to my office at noon. He'd been in plenty
of big firms in his time, but he wanted to see the spot where Mister fell. I gave him a brief
tour with a quick narration of the hostage affair.
We left in his car. I was thankful for the light Sunday traffic because Mordecai had no
interest in what the other cars were doing.
"Lontae Burton's mother is thirty-eight years old, serving a ten-year sentence for selling
crack," he informed me. He'd been on the phone. "Two brothers, both in jail. Lontae had
a history of prostitution and drugs. No idea of who the father, or fathers, might be."
"Who's your source?"
"I found her grandmother in a housing project. The last time she saw Lontae she had only
three kids, and she was selling drugs with her mother. According to the grandmother, she
cut her ties with her daughter and granddaughter because of the drug business."
"Who buries them?"
"Same people who buried DeVon Hardy."
"How much would a decent funeral cost?"
"It's negotiable. Are you interested?"
"I'd like to see them taken care of."
We were on Pennsylvania Avenue, moving past the mammoth office buildings of
Congress, the Capitol in the background, and I couldn't help but offer a silent curse or
two at the fools who wasted billions each month while people were homeless. How could
four innocent children die in the streets, practically in the shadow of the Capitol, because
they had no place to live?
They shouldn't have been born, some people from my side of town would say.
The bodies had been taken to the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner, which also
housed the morgue. It was a two-story brown aggregate building at D.C. General Hospital.
They would be held there until claimed. If no one came forward within forty-eight hours,
they would receive a mandatory embalming, be placed in wooden caskets, and quickly
buried in the cemetery near RFK.
Mordecai parked in a handicapped space, paused for a second, and said, "Are you sure
you want to go in?"
"I think so."
He'd been there before, and he had called ahead. A security guard in an ill-fitting uniform
dared to stop us, and Mordecai snapped so loud it scared me. My stomach was in knots
anyway.
The guard retreated, happy to get away from us. A set of plate-glass doors had the word
MORGUE painted in black. Mordecai entered as if he owned the place.
"I'm Mordecai Green, attorney for the Burton family," he growled at the young man
behind the desk. It was more of a challenge than an announcement.
The young man checked a clipboard, then fumbled with some more papers.
"What the hell are you doing?" Mordecai snapped again.
The young man looked up with an attitude, and then realized how large his adversary
really was. "Just a minute," he said, and went to his computer.
Mordecai turned to me and said loudly, "You'd think they have a thousand dead bodies in
there."
I realized that he had no patience whatsoever with bureaucrats and government workers,
and I remembered his story about the apology from the Social Securety secretary. For
Mordecai, half of the practice of law was bullying and barking.
A pale gentleman with badly dyed black hair and a clammy handshake appeared and
introduced himself as Bill. He wore a blue lab jacket and shoes with thick rubber soles.
Where do they find people to work in a morgue?
We followed him through a door, down a sterile hallway where the temperature began
dropping, and, finally, to the main holding room.
"How many you got today?" Mordecai asked, as if he stopped by all the time to count
bodies.
Bill turned the doorknob and said, "Twelve."
"You okay?" Mordecai asked me.
"I don't know."
Bill pushed the metal door, and we stepped in. The air was frigid, the smell antiseptic.
The floor was white tile, the lighting blue fluorescent. I followed Mordecai, my head
down, trying not to look around, but it was impossible. The bodies were covered from
head to ankle with white sheets, just like you see on television. We passed a set of white
feet, a tag around a toe. Then some brown ones.
We turned and stopped in a corner, a gurney to the left, a table to the right.
Bill said, "Lontae Burton," and dramatically pulled the sheet down to her waist. It was
Ontario's mother all right, in a plain white gown. Death had left no marks on her face.
She could've been sleeping. I couldn't stop staring at her.
"That's her," Mordecai said, as if he'd known her for years. He looked at me for
verification, and I managed a nod. Bill wheeled around, and I held my breath. Only one
sheet covered the children.
They were lying in a perfect row, tucked closely together, hands folded over their
matching gowns, cherubs sleeping, little street soldiers finally at peace.
I wanted to touch Ontario, to pat him on the arm and tell him I was sorry. I wanted to
wake him up, take him home, feed him, and give him everything he could ever want.
I took a step forward for a closer look. "Don't touch," Bill said.
When I nodded, Mordecai said, "That's them."
As Bill covered them, I closed my eyes and said a short prayer, one of mercy and
forgiveness. Don't let it happen again, the Lord said to me.
In a room down the hall, Bill pulled out two large wire baskets containing the personal
effects of the family. He dumped them on a table, and we helped him inventory the
contents. The clothing they wore was dirty and threadbare. My denim jacket was the
nicest item they owned. There were three blankets, a purse, some cheap toys, baby
formula, a towel, more dirty clothes, a box of vanilla wafers, an unopened can of beer,
some cigarettes, two condoms, and about twenty dollars in bills and change.
"The car is at the city lot," Bill said. "They say it's full of junk."
"We'll take care of it," Mordecai said.
We signed the inventory sheets, and left with the personal assets of the Lontae Burton
family. "What do we do with this stuff?." I asked.
"Take it to the grandmother. Do you want your coat back?"
"No."
* * *
The funeral parlor was owned by a minister Mordecai knew. He didn't like him because
the Reverend's church was not friendly enough to the homeless, but he could deal with
him.
We parked in front of the church, on Georgia Avenue near Howard University, a cleaner
part of town without as many boards over windows.
"It's best if you stay here," he said. "I can talk to him a lot plainer if we're alone."