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me, everyone looking at me like I had something to do with Archie disappearing. You think the first thing that crossed my mind when I saw that ransom note wasn’t ‘uh-oh, you stepped in it now, Smoke?’ I’ve been scared shitless since he was taken, and I could’ve run a thousand times. Hell, I didn’t even have to come find you; I could’ve just caught the first bus to Frisco and forgot the whole damn thing. But I did because Archie said if he were ever in a pinch that’s what I was supposed to do.”
    His eyes focus, like he just now realizes his finger is jabbing the air toward me, that his voice is growing louder. He lowers his finger but doesn’t lower his eyes.
    “Let me tell you something about Archie and me. You won’t understand this and I don’t care if you do, but this is the truth and if that’s a sound you’ve heard before then you’ll recognize it now.
    “I was twenty-eight years old before anyone believed in me. My whole life was spent with people telling me I wasn’t good enough, wasn’t smart enough, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t solid enough, you know what I’m saying? My mom thought I looked like my father and never forgave me for that, even when I apologized. Can you imagine? Apologizing to your mom for the way you look? And all you get for it is your mother trying to beat your father’s face off your neck.
    “School stopped for me when I was fifteen. Just walked away and didn’t go back. You think there were officers out there checking to see where I was? You think the school board or the principal or the teachers came around asking, ‘why isn’t Leonard in school?’ Let me let you in on a little secret: they don’t care. No one gives a shit. Just one more drop-out, one more black boy out of our hallways, out of our detention hall, and good riddance.
    “My first arrest was for boosting a car. I’d love to tell you a story about how some buddy of mine talked me into it, or how I wasn’t going to do nothing but drive that car around and forget my life for a few hours, but that’d be a lie and you’re here for the truth. The truth was I knew that Cam’s Motorshop out by the airport would pay a couple thousand to strip down Hondas with no questions asked and that’s where I was heading when I got stung. I wanted the money, plain and simple. I turned eighteen exactly three days before my arrest so I did a hundred days at Cook County instead of juvey. That was about as much fun as a punch in the dick. I’m sure you’ve seen your share of hellholes but you have no idea. You have no fucking idea, I assure you.
    “The second time I got picked up was across state lines. I had grown pretty skillful at jacking cars by then and I had a regular thing going with six or seven chop shops all over Chicago. This one cat named Holmes I worked with a few times asked if I could drive a hot Nissan over to Boston where his brother Todd had a shop and drive back some other wheels to Indy. Said he’d pay five gees for the trouble and that cash sounded pretty damn good to me. I don’t know what I was aiming to buy at the time, but I remember that the money would set me straight for a while. Needless to say, I saw the bubble lights go up behind me just crossing into Massachusetts, and I panicked, ended up with a helicopter spotlight over my head, six cruisers, and a set of those spikes stretched across the road to take me down to the rims. It was like a Hollywood movie except missing the ending where the good guy gets away. Or maybe I wasn’t the good guy, come to think of it.
    “Anyway, state lines is state lines and I ended up in Federal without a friend in the world. I tried to call Holmes and I’ll be damned if the number done changed. I was staring three years in the face and the Fed House meant organized crime and drug traffickers and El Salvadoran gangs and Aryan brotherhoods and a whole mess of hard cases who wouldn’t think twice about putting your insides on the outside of you