“Hold on, big mon,” Yogi said. He looked at Renata. “Best you tell him the rest, miss.”
“I’m trying to,” she said. “Anyway, Jimmy’s lawyer called and told me Frick called him … to say he was withdrawing his demand that Jimmy give a statement. And to say he was closing out the Lonnie Bright case.”
“Closing—” The breath went out of me and it took a while to remember how to get some back in. “Then he doesn’t need my answers, either. I can get out of here.”
“He was closing the case.” Renata stared at me through her big round lenses. “When the lawyer called Jimmy to tell him, Jimmy said he’d been trying to reach you. But you wouldn’t call him back.”
“Right. So what?”
“Jimmy wants to give a statement. He’s going to say that if there was a plan that night to kill Lonnie Bright, he knew nothing about it. But he’s going to admit he was in on a deal to sell coke to Lonnie.”
“What?”
“Jimmy said for a long time he thought it was enough just to tell himself he wouldn’t lie about it again if he’s asked. But now he says he can’t keep quiet any longer. And that it’s not right that you should be in jail because of him. They went in this morning to give the statement. I guess his wife went with him.”
“For chrissake, doesn’t he understand what will happen?”
“He knows,” she said. “Thing is, the state has big statute-of-limitations problems. They may not even bring charges.”
“I’m talking about what people will think. How they’ll turn on him, wheelchair or not. What it’ll do to his—”
“He was a cop. He knows. He told his lawyer he was leaving all that in God’s hands. They say it’ll be on the evening news, tonight.”
“Too bad he didn’t do this long time ago, hey big mon?” Yogi said.
I shook my head. “How soon do I get out, Renata?”
“I’m filing a motion first thing in the morning,” she said. “But…”
“But what?”
“Well, I sort of informally checked with someone who informally checked, and … anyway, my understanding is the supreme court’s really pissed off at you.”
“I sort of informally knew that already,” I said.
“My understanding is they’ll let the motion sit until you’ve been in, say, thirty days,” she said, “and then cut you loose.”
“Thirty days? Who the hell do they—”
“Hey, thirty days,” Yogi said. “Piece o’ pie, big mon, for guy like you. I visit every day they let me.”
“Right.” I looked around the bare, dingy room, and out through the thick glass at the steel bars and the double-locked doors I’d have to pass through—just to get back into the rest of that scary, stinking toilet they called a jail. “Piece o’ pie.”
“None of this had to be,” Renata said. “You could have just answered a few questions. In fact, you could offer to do that now. I’ll contact Frick.”
“No. I suppose I’m glad Jimmy decided to tell. It’ll help him move on with his life. But I have to live my life, too, and in my own—”
“Jesus, Mal,” she slammed her hand down on the table. “If you’d learn how to give in to them, even a little, you wouldn’t have to put up with shit like this.”
“I know, but—” I shook my head. “I can’t explain it.”
“I can,” Yogi said. He looked at me, and then at Renata. “What he mean, miss, he rather learn how to put up with shit like this, an’ then he don’t have to be givin’ in, even a little.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
David J. Walker, a lawyer, is the author of the Edgar Award-nominated Mal Foley series, including No Show of Remorse. He lives in Chicago. You can sign up for email updates here.
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright Notice
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Epigraphs
Interview of Marlon Shades
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
About the Author
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Copyright
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