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