- •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 closed my eyes and tried to get comfortable, which I found impossible to do while
sitting on my hands.
* * *
The processing was a blur; surreal movements from one point to the next with Gasko
leading me like a lost puppy. Eyes on the floor, I kept telling myself. Don't look at these
people. Inventory first, everything from the pockets, sign a form. Down the dirty hall to
Photos, shoes off, up against the measuring tape, don't have to smile if you don't want to,
but please look at the camera. Then a profile. Then to Fingerprinting, which happened to
be busy, so Gasko handcuffed me like a mental patient to a chair in the hall while he went
to find coffee. Arrestees shuffled past, all in various stages of processing. Cops
everywhere. A white face, not a cop but a defendant much like myself--young, male,
handsome navy suit, obviously drunk with a bruise on his left cheek. How does one get
plastered before 5 P.M. on a Friday? He was loud and threatening, his words garbled and
harsh, and ignored by everyone I could see. Then he was gone. Time passed and I began
to panic. It was dark outside, the weekend had started, crime would begin and the jail
would get busier. Gasko came back, took me into Fingerprinting, and watched as
Poindexter efficiently applied the ink and stuck my fingers to the sheets.
No phone calls were needed. My lawyer was somewhere close by, though Gasko hadn't
seen him. The doors got heavier as we descended into the jail. We were going in the
wrong direction; the street was back behind us.
"Can't I make bail?" I finally asked. I saw bars ahead; bars over windows and busy
guards with guns. "I think your lawyer's working on it," Gasko said. He gave me to
Sergeant Coffey, who pushed me against a wall, kicked my legs apart, and frisked me as
If searching for a dime. Finding none, he pointed and grunted at a metal detector, which I
walked through, without offense. A buzzer, a door slid open, a hallway appeared, one
with rows of bars on both sides. A door clanged behind me, and my prayer for an easy
release vanished.
Hands and arms protruded through the bars, into the narrow hall. The men watched us as
we moved past. My gaze returned to my feet. Coffey looked into each cell; I thought he
was counting bodies. We stopped at the third one on the right.
My cellmates were black, all much younger than I was. I counted four at first, then saw a
fifth lying on the top bunk. There were two beds, for six people. The cell was a small
square with three walls of nothing but bars, so I could see the prisoners next door and
across the hall. The rear wall was cinder block with a small toilet in one corner.
Coffey slammed the door behind me. The guy on the top bunk sat up and swung his legs
over the side, so that they dangled near the face of a guy sitting on the bottom bunk. All
five glared at me as I stood by the door, trying to appear calm and unafraid, trying
desperately to find a place to sit on the floor so that I wouldn't be in danger of touching
any of my cellmates.
Thank God they had no weapons. Thank God someone installed the metal detector. They
had no guns and knives; I had no assets, other than clothing. My watch, wallet, cell phone,
cash--and everything else I had with me--had been taken and inventoried.
The front of the cell would be safer than the rear. I ignored their eyes and took my spot
on the floor, my back resting on the door. Down the hall, someone was yelling for a
guard.
A fight broke out two cells away, and through the bars and bunks I could see the drunk
guy with the white face and navy suit pinned in a corner by two large black men who
were pounding his head. Other voices encouraged them on and the entire wing grew
rowdy. It was not a good moment to be white.
A shrill whistle, a door opened, and Coffey was back, nightstick in hand. The fight ended
abruptly with the drunk on his stomach and still. Coffey went to the cell, and inquired as
to what happened. No one knew; no one had seen a thing.
"Keep it quiet!" he demanded, then left.
Minutes passed. The drunk began to groan; someone was vomiting in the distance. One
of my cellmates got to his feet, and walked to where I was sitting. His bare feet barely
touched my leg. I glanced up, then away. He glared down, and I knew this was the end.
"Nice jacket," he said.
"Thanks," I mumbled, trying not to sound sarcastic, or in any way provocative. The
jacket was a navy blazer, an old one that I wore every day with jeans and khakis--my
radical attire. It certainly wasn't worth being slaughtered over.
"Nice jacket," he said again, and he added a slight nudge with his foot. The guy on the
top bunk jumped down, and stepped closer for a better look.
"Thanks," I said again.
He was eighteen or nineteen, lean and tall, not an ounce of fat, probably a gang member
who'd spent his life on the streets. He was cocky and anxious to impress the others with
his bravado.
Mine would be the easiest ass he'd ever kicked.
"I don't have a jacket that nice," he said. A firmer nudge with his foot, one intended to
provoke.
Shouldn't be a low-life street punk, I thought. He couldn't steal it because there was no
place to run. "Would you like to borrow it?" I asked, without looking up.
"No."
I pulled my feet in so that my knees were close to my chin. It was a defensive position.
When he kicked or swung, I was not going to fight back. Any resistance would
immediately bring in the other four, and they would have a delightful time thrashing the
white boy.
"Dude says you got a nice jacket," said the one from the top bunk.
"And I said thanks."
"Dude says he ain't got no jacket that nice."
"So what am I supposed to do?" I asked.
"A gift would be appropriate."
A third one stepped forward and closed the semicircle around me. The first one kicked
my foot, and all inched closer. They were ready to pounce, each waiting for the other, so
I quickly removed my blazer and thrust it forward.
"Is this a gift?" the first one asked, taking it.
"It's whatever you want it to be," I said. I was looking down, sull avoiding eye contact;
thus, I didn't see his foot. It was a vicious kick that slapped my left temple and jerked my
head backward where it cracked against the bars. "Shit!" I yelled as I felt the back of my
head.
"You can have the damned thing," I said, bracing for the onslaught.
"Is it a gift?"
"Yes."
"Thanks, man."
"Don't mention it," I said, rubbing my face. My entire head was numb. They backed away,
leaving me curled in a tight ball. Minutes passed, though I had no concept of time. The
drunk white guy two doors down was making an effort to revive himself, and another