When she got up to leave, he asked if she would come to see him again. She said she would if he wanted her to.

On November 16, 1973, the day he was officially discharged from the custody of the Ohio Youth Commission, Kevin sat in a neighborhood bar and recalled Gordy Kane’s words the day he left the Zanesville Youth Camp. “If you ever need a dope connection,” Kane had said, “look me up.”

Well, that’s just what he intended to do.

Late in the afternoon he drove out to the Reynoldsburg area on the east side of Columbus. The address he had for Kane was an expensive-looking ranch house on a comer lot.

Gordy Kane and his mother were glad to see him. Julia Kane said, in her sexy, throaty voice, that he was a welcome visitor in their home at any time.

While Julia was busy making herself a cup of tea, Kevin asked Gordy if he could lend him enough money to make a buy and start dealing. He was broke now, but he’d pay him back.

Kane took him to a house in the neighborhood where an acquaintance sold him three hundred and fifty dollars’ worth of pot.

“You should be able to deal that for over a thousand,” Kane said. “You can pay me back after you sell it.”

Kane’s hands were shaking and he looked spaced out.

“What drugs do you do?” Kevin asked.

“Morphine, when I can get it.”

Later that week, Kevin sold the pot to some of Hart’s friends in Lancaster and cleared seven hundred dollars’ profit. Kevin went back to the apartment, smoked a joint and phoned Marlene.

She came over and told him she was worried about what she’d learned from Barry—that he’d been dealing pot.

“I know what I’m doing,” he said. He kissed her, turned out the lights and pulled her down on the mattress. But as soon as their bodies touched, Adalana wished Kevin off the spot. This was what she needed. Holding and tenderness.

Adalana understood Arthurs rule of celibacy. She had heard him tell the males that a single violation would make them undesirable. But, proper British gentleman that Arthur was, it had never occurred to him to talk to her about sex. She had never agreed to his puritanical rules, and he would probably never even suspect.

When Allen woke up next morning, he had no idea what had happened. He saw the money in the drawer and it worried him, but he couldn’t reach Tommy or Ragen or Arthur or anyone else for an explanation.

Several of Barry Hart’s friends dropped by that afternoon for dope, but Allen didn’t know what they were talking about. Some of them were belligerent, shoving money into his face, and Allen began to suspect someone in the family was dealing.

The next time he was at Hart’s place, one of the men showed him a .38 Smith and Wesson. He wasn’t sure why he wanted it, but he offered the man fifty bucks, and he accepted, even throwing in some bullets.