They pulled out their wallets and flipped them open. FBI badges all around me. The real thing. I looked at Lenny. He was dancing in a little circle of joy, as if he were celebrating some kind of victory over me. “Lenny, why would you do this to me?” As an agent handcuffed me, I asked Lenny to call my mom and tell her I’d been arrested. The bastard didn’t even do that one last small bit of kindness for me.
