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“Because Mayor Dolan pays you to. Could you survive on the money you make at the Crispus Attucks?” Zardino didn’t wait for a response. “Of course not. That’s why it’s nice to have that steady income from the Street Saviors. Did I mention the health insurance? We can’t lose sight of the big picture. We just need to play the game and sometimes that involves being Dolan’s poster boys. Today could be good for your career. A lot of those white women from Wellesley are college professors. You impress them, they might have you back to talk to their classes or to professors at a faculty training.”
“Sounds like you’ve got the routine down.”
“You know my lawyer, the one who got me out of jail?” Zardino asked.
“The one from Harvard Law School? Sonya Jordan?”
“When I first got out, she used her co
“And you get paid for all these gigs?”
“Sometimes. Usually I get a sandwich and a bag of chips. But I let people know this can happen when people abuse the system. It’s everyone’s nightmare, getting convicted of a crime you didn’t commit. I’ll tell you something else. You should see how the women act after I tell my story. At least one good thing came out of my nightmare. My plight is a chick magnet.”
“I’m all set with the chicks. I want to know how I’m going to follow your act. My story’s not heartbreaking. Remember, I did commit the crime. I hurt someone, Richard. I put him in a wheelchair. I went to prison. A lot of people don’t think I was in there long enough. They figure the man in the wheelchair is trapped in sort of a prison, so I should be there, too.”
“Your message is that you made mistakes. You did your time. And now you’re trying to keep kids from making the same mistakes. The people at this conference will want to know what it was like for you growing up in a tough neighborhood, losing your big brother the way you did, and then turning to crime yourself.”
“You have put a lot of thought into my life and the decisions I’ve made.” Luther smiled.
“See who comes to these things. See what people are interested in. You’ve got a unique story and people want to hear it. You just need the right way to tell it. The kids on the street are a tougher audience than these creampuffs.” Zardino spotted a packed Student Center just ahead of them. “These people have no idea what it’s like to grow up in a poor neighborhood, with gangs, guns and drugs. You know more about it than any of the so-called ‘experts’ in the room. You’ll be a rock star with the students, especially the Chiquitas.”
Luther stared straight ahead at that comment. He didn’t have much of a sense of humor about women. “I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of these people,” Luther finally said.
“You’ll be fine,” Zardino said.
CHAPTER 29
They were crammed in a small interview room on the sixth floor of the courthouse. Lydia Thomas was in Co
It was too early for this. It had been after midnight, after dogs at Simco’s for di
Fatigue from his late nights and crazy mornings with uncooperative witnesses was starting to set in. Co
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but he has to go in there and tell us what he knows about this case,” Co
“He doesn’t know anything. He didn’t see anything. He wasn’t there.” Ellis was slouched in his chair, sullen and silent. Mrs. Thomas reached over and pulled her son by his red-and-black Avirex shirt, forcing him to sit up straight. “Tell them, Ellis.”
Co
“Your witness is lying. Ellis was home with me that night.”
“Ellis admitted to us last night that he was there.”
“He was mistaken.”
“No one’s mistaken. Our other witness is not lying,” Mark Greene interrupted her. “Your son saw everything.”
“Who the hell are you?” she took a step toward him.
“Mark Greene. I’m the detective investigating this shooting.”
“Well, detective, we’re not in a police station, are we?” She stood over him. She was a tall woman, imposing. “We’re in a courthouse. So, unless you’re a lawyer, I suggest you stay out of this conversation. I don’t even know why you’re in this room.”
“Because I asked him to be here,” Co
“Well, Mr. Darget,” she said, her voice heavy with sarcasm, “my son was subpoenaed to testify before a grand jury. You’ve been trying to interrogate him in this room all morning. Why haven’t you brought him to the grand jury so he can tell them he didn’t see anything?”
“Because I don’t want him to make the mistake of going in there and lying. Miss Thomas, I want us all to talk this through first. If you’d take a seat we can try to figure out what to do here.” Co
“I don’t need to sit. And I don’t need to figure nothing out.”
“Please, ma’am?” Co
“You can’t do anything to keep him safe. You go
She was right. There really wasn’t much he could do for her son. If these gangbangers wanted to get to her and her son, they could.
“My office has access to witness protection funds,” Co
“So you want us to pack up and move out because of these thugs? You think that will make the neighborhood safer? You be giving them the power. You think they don’t have ways of finding us? No, Mr. Darget, I lived in that neighborhood my whole life. We are not moving.”
“What do you think it does when people hide in their houses and pretend they didn’t see anything? These kids know that the adults are scared of them. If you really want to change the neighborhood, someone has to be the first to stand up.”
“I know that, Mr. Darget. I’m no fool. I know what it will take to bring these kids down. If I witnessed the incident, I would be testifying in front of that grand jury right now. But this is my only child. From the day he was born, it was just the two of us. I swore I would protect him. I will not let him bear the burden of saving our neighborhood. He’s too young to carry that responsibility.”
“Miss Thomas,” Co
“Mr. Darget, I know there’s one more person in that courtroom. Nothing is secret in there. There’s a court reporter who takes down every word. Am I right?” Lydia Thomas asked. “And she type it out for the world to see. She put my boy’s name on the first page. She write his name before every word he speaks.”