“You handled Nestor better than anyone,” I said.

“I was the only one willing to confront him and he never got hostile with me. Maybe because I’m a girl and I was nice to him even when he was a wild little kid.”

“So you went to talk to Nestor.”

“He was smoking this gigantic cigar, making all this stinky smoke. I told him to blow it the other way, then I said stop talking trash. He said, ‘I’m not talking trash, Anita, I’m talking real.’ Then he gave this bizarre smile and he said, ‘It’s kind of a Christian thing.’ I said what do you mean and he said, ‘Hanging dudes up and letting them bleed is making ’em like Jesus, right? That’s what I did, Anita, I didn’t have no nails but I tied up a dude and cut him and made him bleed.’

“It made me sick. I told him to shut up, he was grossing me out and if he couldn’t behave himself he should leave. He kept going on about what he’d done, like it was really important for him to talk about it. He stayed on the Christ thing, saying he was like Judas, got twenty pieces of silver to do the job. Then he said, ‘But he was no Jesus, he was the Devil in a little white kid’s body, so I did a good thing.’ I said what are you talking about and he said the dude he hung up was some little white kid who killed another little white kid. Then he pulled something out of his pocket and showed it to me. It was an I.D. card from Chaderjian, just like Nestor’s but with another kid’s picture on it.”

“Troy Turner.”

“That was the name on the badge. I said you could get that anywhere. Nestor went nuts, said, ‘I did it, I did it! Hung the dude up and made him bleed, look him up on your computer, smart girl, there’s gotta be something there.’ ”

A tremor ran down the center of Anita Moss’s throat. “He’d made me sick to my stomach. Mom had cooked this beautiful dinner, all her beautiful food and I felt like it was all coming up. I yanked the cigar out of Nestor’s mouth and ground it out with my foot. Then I told him to shut up, I meant it, and went back inside. Nestor left and didn’t return, which was fine with everyone. That night, trying to sleep, I couldn’t stop thinking about that kid’s picture on the badge. He looked so young. Even with Nestor’s always bragging and lying, he freaked me out. ’Cause of the details.”

“What details?” said Milo.