Agree with whatever I tell them, Leo had said. But this this? Frame Frame the guy. "I'm . . . I'm not sure what Leo saw. All the guy. "I'm . . . I'm not sure what Leo saw. All I I ever saw was a couple of joints." ever saw was a couple of joints."

"How 'bout hash? Ralph ever try and sell you any hash?"

"No."

"Uppers? 'Ludes? Acid?"

"No. He never-"

"Okay. Let's change the subject. What do you recall hearing about the guy Ralph works for?"

"You mean Dell? Our foreman?"

"I mean the guy he sells sells for." for."

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"He doesn't sell for anybody," I said. "Not that I know of, anyway."

Balchunas chuckled. "Oh, come on, now, Dom. Where you been all this time-never-never land? If Ralph's dealing, then he's getting it from someplace. Right? I thought we were going to talk straight with each other. Let's cut the bullshit. Shall we?"

How was I supposed to walk this this particular tightrope-not bag Ralph and not bag Leo, either? Not end up bagging myself? particular tightrope-not bag Ralph and not bag Leo, either? Not end up bagging myself?

"We . . . we were over there looking at a car, okay? Ralph lives at our foreman's house, and our foreman has this car that he might sell.

And . . . and I was out there looking at the car. And for a little while, a few minutes, Ralph and Leo were in the house, so maybe Leo saw something then. But I I didn't. . . . He never didn't. . . . He never sold sold us anything. Ralph. us anything. Ralph.

All's we did was get high a couple of times at work together, that's all. At lunchtime or whatever. He just, you know, lit up a joint and passed it around a couple of times."

"Just passed the joint, eh? How many times is 'a couple of times,'

Dom?"

"I don't know. . . . Six or seven, maybe? Eight?"

Balchunas turned to Overcash. "You hear that, Clayton? This must be that new math they teach in school nowadays. 'A couple of times' is eight times." He turned back to me. "You remember Ralph saying anything about a guy named Roland?"

"Roland? No. Who's Roland?"

"Leon says Ralph talked to you two once about a guy named Roland. Thinks he comes from New York, maybe? Thinks he might be Ralph's connection? What do you remember about that conversation, Dom? Your buddy says you were there that time when Ralph was talking about Roland."

Leo could get in deep shit for lying to the cops like this. Could get us both both in trouble. "I don't remember anything about any Roland. Maybe Ralph said something to Leo-I don't know. Not to me." in trouble. "I don't remember anything about any Roland. Maybe Ralph said something to Leo-I don't know. Not to me."

"You got some reason to protect this guy, Dom?"

"Protect who? Ralph? No. No. " "

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"No? You sure? Because your story's not matching up that good with your buddy's. Which leads me to the conclusion that one of you guys isn't being 100 percent honest."

I said nothing. This was just great: they thought I I was bullshitting them, not Leo. Let was bullshitting them, not Leo. Let me me do the talking, he'd said. If I ended up having to call Ray, I was really fucked. do the talking, he'd said. If I ended up having to call Ray, I was really fucked.

"You getting dry mouth, Dom? You keep swallowing. Want another mint?"

"No, thank you." Fuckin' pig bastard. He could shove shove his mints. his mints.

"So this Ralph never sold you anything, right? Just 'passed the joint.' Generous guy, huh? Just brings his stash to work and shares it." He smiled. Leaned forward-close enough for me to smell his peppermint breath, see the little pockmarks on his nose. He whispered his next question. "And how about you, Dom? You ever share anything of yours with Ralph?"

"What . . . what do you mean?"

"Well, how can I put this delicately? Your friend Leon says this Ralph's of the persuasion where-where he likes the fellas better than he likes the girls. Leon says Ralph and this foreman over on Bickel Road might have a little something funny going on. A little something more than a boss-and-worker relationship. See what I'm saying? So I guess I was just wondering out loud if you and Ralph ever made any kind of private deal. You know. He gives you something you want and you give him something he wants."

What was he asking-if Ralph and me had ever gotten queer together? Had Leo Leo told him something like that? If he had, I'd beat the shit out of him. But he wouldn't say that. Would he? "If you're saying what I think you're saying, then no. No way. told him something like that? If he had, I'd beat the shit out of him. But he wouldn't say that. Would he? "If you're saying what I think you're saying, then no. No way. Never! Never! " "

"It's interesting, though. How you and Leon like to go over to their house, hang out with these guys on the weekend. Unusual for two normal, red-blooded American guys to want to do that. I'm not making any accusations, Dom. I'm just making an observation."

"We don't 'hang out' there. I was just looking at a car. car. Dell's wife's Dell's wife's car. car. " I turned to Overcash. "The guy's got a " I turned to Overcash. "The guy's got a wife. wife. " I addressed Avery 381 " I addressed Avery 381 381.

next. "They're selling her car because she's got multiple sclerosis.

. . . Look, I want a lawyer. Okay?"

"What do you want a lawyer for?" Overcash asked. "Captain already told you we're just doing some research. Asking a few questions, seeing what we can eliminate."

"Yeah, well, you can give me a lie detector test if you think-"

"Hey, you want a lawyer, Dom?" Balchunas said. "We'll be glad to let you call a lawyer. But like I said, all we're trying to do is streamline this thing. Get you and your buddy out of here nice and easy. All we gotta do is iron out a few discrepancies, that's all. A few inconsistencies between what you're telling us and what Leon told us. Like this business about Ralph's contact, for instance. This Roland dude from New York."

Fuck 'em-Ralph and Leo both. I wasn't going to let any stupid cop sit there and call me me a fag-I didn't care what kind of bullshit story Leo had given them. "He just . . . Ralph grows his own, okay? a fag-I didn't care what kind of bullshit story Leo had given them. "He just . . . Ralph grows his own, okay?

That's what he told us, anyway. He said he has a few plants out in a field someplace. Out in the woods. . . . I swear to God. That's all I know."

"Must be damn good plants, eh?" Balchunas said. "Must have a pretty high yield. Because Leo says he's seen pounds pounds of the stuff. Now you're saying Ralph gets of the stuff. Now you're saying Ralph gets pounds pounds of the stuff from 'a few plants'? I mean, even if 'a few' is nine or ten, that's still quite a yield. Wouldn't you say, Dom? This Ralph must have one hell of a green thumb." of the stuff from 'a few plants'? I mean, even if 'a few' is nine or ten, that's still quite a yield. Wouldn't you say, Dom? This Ralph must have one hell of a green thumb."

"I never saw pounds of it. Maybe Leo did, but all I saw was a couple of joints."

"This Ralph's a Negro fella. Right?"

"What?"

"He's black? Of the Negroid persuasion?"

"I guess."

"You guess guess? Jesus, you can't even give me a straight answer about that that?"

"He's . . . I think he's part Indian, too."

"Yeah? American Indian or India Indian?"

"American Indian. Wequonnoc, I think."

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"That right? Half-black, half-Indian, huh?" Balchunas turned to Officer Overcash. "Poor guy. Probably doesn't know whether to go out and scalp his next meal or let welfare pay for it." He turned back to me. "You know what Leon says, Dom? He says Ralph reads a lot of radical literature. Black Panther stuff. Overthrow-the-government kind of stuff. You know anything about that?"

I shook my head. Was this Leo's whole big plan to get us off the hook? Trash Ralph? Slander the guy? Slander me, too, maybe, while he was at it?

"You ever seen Ralph with guns? Firearms of any kind?"

"No."

"No, huh? You sure?"

"He read . . . he's read this one book called Soul on Ice. Soul on Ice. That's all I ever heard him say anything about black power or power to the people or whatever." That's all I ever heard him say anything about black power or power to the people or whatever."

"Soul on Ice, eh? I heard about that book. Right on, brother! Who wrote that one, anyway, Dom? I forget." eh? I heard about that book. Right on, brother! Who wrote that one, anyway, Dom? I forget."

"Eldridge Cleaver."

"Eldridge Cleaver. Any good-that book? Would you you recommend it?" recommend it?"

I told him I'd never read it.

"No? How about Roland? The guy from New York? He's a colored boy, too, right? Black Panther, maybe?"

"I already told you. I don't know anything about any Roland."

"You got a brother works on this work crew, too. Right?"

What was he dragging Thomas into it for? What had Leo said about Thomas? "My brother doesn't have anything to do with any of this," I said.

"No? Leo says your faggoty foreman takes a little bit of a special interest in him. You and your brother are twins, right?"

I nodded. Felt my heartbeat revving up. "He just likes to tease Thomas, that's all. Pick on him. He's a bully. . . . He knows he can get a rise out of him."

"Get a rise out of him, huh? Interesting way to put it. You guys identical identical twins?" twins?"

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I swallowed. "Yes."

"Your brother expose himself at work last Friday, Dom? The queers on that crew get him to play show-and-tell for them, did they?"

I was going to nail nail Leo when we got out of there. What right did he have to feed Thomas's humiliation to the cops? And why? For what purpose? Leo when we got out of there. What right did he have to feed Thomas's humiliation to the cops? And why? For what purpose?

"Look, you're jumping to the wrong conclusions. My brother just-"

"What'd they do-trade him a couple of joints for a look-see?"

"It was nothing like that!" I felt close to tears. I knew they were busting my balls-toying with me the way a cat bats around a mouse before he bites his fucking head off. But why my brother?

Why did Leo have to drag Thomas into it? "Dell's been harassing my brother all summer," I said. "Bullying him. Calling him names.

And he just . . . my brother's a little high-strung and he just . . . he freaked. They goaded him into it."

"Who goaded him into it? Ralph?"

"Dell. Really. You've got the wrong idea. He was just bullying him. Just jerking him around." Really. You've got the wrong idea. He was just bullying him. Just jerking him around."

"Just jerking him around," Balchunas said.

"God, you're twisting everything I say. My brother's-"

"Look at his ears, Clayton," Balchunas said. "You're blushing, Dom. Why you covering for Ralph?"

"I'm not not covering for him." covering for him."

"He's just a generous guy who likes to bring his dope to work and share it, right?"

"I don't know what kind of a guy he is. We just work together.

He's very private."

"Uh-huh. You ever let him get private with you? In exchange for some hash?"

"No! " Leo was going to pay for this, big time. " Leo was going to pay for this, big time.

"Take it easy, Dom. This is off the record now. This is just research."

"I don't care what what it is. I would never . . . me it is. I would never . . . me or or my brother!" my brother!"

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that girlfriend of yours." He cupped his hands in front of his chest, fondled a pair of imaginary breasts.

"Leave my girlfriend out of this," I said. "And my brother, too.

My brother never even took one stupid toke all summer long." I was fighting back tears.

"Okay, take it easy," Avery said. "Suppose we change the subject."

Balchunas's fist whacked down hard on the table. "No, let's not change change the subject," he said. "Let's just the subject," he said. "Let's just end end the subject and let this little twerp get his lawyer like he goddamn wants to. Because you know what?" He turned to Overcash. "You know what, Clayton? I'm starting to get a little tired of wasting our time while this little shit here keeps talking around in circles. I'm starting to think maybe this arrogant little son of a bitch might the subject and let this little twerp get his lawyer like he goddamn wants to. Because you know what?" He turned to Overcash. "You know what, Clayton? I'm starting to get a little tired of wasting our time while this little shit here keeps talking around in circles. I'm starting to think maybe this arrogant little son of a bitch might need need to call a lawyer after all. Or call his mommy and daddy, or his buddies over on Bickel Road, or someone. Because Leon's telling us one thing and this guy's telling us another, and all we're trying to do is get the two of them out of here tonight." to call a lawyer after all. Or call his mommy and daddy, or his buddies over on Bickel Road, or someone. Because Leon's telling us one thing and this guy's telling us another, and all we're trying to do is get the two of them out of here tonight."

"I'm telling telling the truth," I said. Turned to Avery. "I the truth," I said. Turned to Avery. "I am. am. " "

"You know what?" Balchunas said. "Send the other one home. I got no beef with him; he cooperated with us. That's what this little shit doesn't seem to understand."