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Chapters (57)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. 1 - ANACONDA FURY
  6. 2 - WILD PARENT
  7. 3 - NO GOOD DEED REMAINS UNPUNISHED
  8. 4 - HELLUVA CLIENT
  9. IN THE DETECTIVE’S ABSENCE I
  10. 5 - IT’S A BIRD . . . IT’S A PLANE ... NO! IT’S SUPERCOUSIN!
  11. 6 - FIT FOR YOUR HOOF
  12. 7 - BAD BOY LAMONT??
  13. 8 - A VERY LATE-NIGHT CALL
  14. 9 - UNCOVERING HISTORY
  15. IN THE DETECTIVE’S ABSENCE II
  16. 10 - THE ROAR OF THE HOOF
  17. 11 - NOTHING LIKE ECHÉZEAU FOR RELAXING
  18. 12 - MEETING THE HAMMER IN THE TANK
  19. 13 - A WILD NIGHT AT THE END OF A PIER
  20. 14 - DREAMS OF OLDEN TIMES
  21. 15 - OLD TRIAL . . . OR SOMETHING LIKE IT
  22. 16 - ALITO OFF GUARD
  23. 17 - THE FRIENDLY MAN FROM MOUNTAIN HAWK
  24. 18 - DUBIOUS JUDGE, FRIGHTENED WOMAN
  25. 19 - EXUBERANT COUSIN
  26. 20 - TRUNK SHOW
  27. 21 - EVER-MORE-INQUISITIVE COUSIN
  28. 22 - A SCARY SIDEWALK
  29. 23 - VISIT A CLIENT . . . AND TALK
  30. 24 - FIRE IN THE NUNNERY
  31. 25 - ALPHABET VISITORS FBI, OEM, HS, CPD
  32. 26 - AND NOW MURRAY
  33. 27 - IN THE FIRED HOUSE
  34. 28 - AND FIRE IN THE OLD HOMESTEAD
  35. 29 - ALL THOSE FRIENDLY GOVERNMENT AGENTS
  36. 30 - LINE SPINNERS
  37. 31 - HOME IN TATTERS
  38. 32 - VANISHING COUSIN
  39. 33 - LOSING A FOLLOWER
  40. 34 - THE BOYS IN THE BACK ROOM
  41. 35 - IN THE HALL OF THE TITANS
  42. 36 - WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?
  43. 37 - A BASS RIDE . . . OR WAS IT VILE?
  44. 38 - CONFESSION IN MYSPACE
  45. 39 - A DIFFERENT CAR, A NEW CRIB
  46. 40 - THE SHOEMAKER’S TALE
  47. 41 - ROUSTING AN UNCLE
  48. 42 - ROUGHING UP THE UNCLE
  49. 43 - DEATH OF NOT SUCH A GOOD GUY
  50. 44 - ESCAPE IN CONTAMINATED LAUNDRY
  51. 45 - THE GOOD BOOK . . . AND THE BAD BALL
  52. 46 - DISCOVERY
  53. 47 - A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT
  54. 48 - UP AGAINST THE WALL . . . ALL OF YOU!
  55. 49 - GUILT ALL AROUND
  56. 50 - THE RATS ATTACK . . . EACH OTHER
  57. 51 - GABRIELLA’S VOICE RETURNED

“Yeah, every time you mention Miss Claudia, I start to cry. When I’m by myself and no one can see me, of course. You can’t afford to get a reputation for softness in the joint.”

“I doubt your tender heart will ever be your downfall,” I said. “You remember Sister Frances?”

“I heard about her, Warshawski. Now, there truly was a fine Christian woman. And I hear you was with her when Jesus took her home.”

“You hear a lot.” I put just the right amount of admiration into the sentence, and Johnny preened. But he didn’t say anything.

“You don’t care what she said to me before she died?” I prodded.

“You can make up anything a dead person said. It’s a good angle, but I’m not biting.”

“What about the living, then? You care about what your kid has to say about you?”

“You been talking to my girl?” This was news to him, and rage swept him off his feet, making the veins in his throat bulge. “You been harassing my family, and I hear about it from you in here first? You stay away from my girl. She’s living a life any father’d be proud of, and I won’t have scum like you bring her down. You hear?”

The guard came over from the corner and tapped his arm. “Johnny, take it easy, man.”

“Take it easy? Take it easy? You take it easy when this bitch, this cunt, comes after your family … I wouldn’t run you as a whore, Warshawski, you stink so bad.”

The guard was summoning help. Someone came in with manacles for Johnny.

“The Innocence Project, huh?” I pulled my papers together. “About the only thing you’re innocent of is the smarts to keep your sorry ass out of jail.”

I went through the search even lawyers undergo on their way out of Stateville. I hadn’t brought anything in with me, and I was leaving empty-handed, too: Johnny and I certainly hadn’t exchanged anything in our forty-five minutes together. Just to be on the safe side, the guards searched the trunk of my car.

As soon as I was clear of the prison grounds, I pulled off the road to stretch my arms. Tension builds in the calmest muscles when those gates close on you, and nothing about time in the Big House made me calm.