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“Now no one will ever know.” That was the beauty of it. No one would ever know the truth.
To his knowledge, and his knowledge was encyclopedic, no modern kidnapper had satisfactorily solved the ransom-exchange problem.
I thought of the immortal words of Tarzan—Aaeeyaayaayaa!
“Somebody’s here!” “‘The Count’ from Sesame Street?” I asked. “Who’s here? Be a touch more specific.
“It’s okay,” Jezzie said to the man. “We’re both cops and this is perfectly legal. Trust me on it.”
Hell, we work with black guys. We got black friends. What can I say? We’re sorry.”
Jezzie is a white woman, and I do not trust most white people.
“Is that Jezzie’s crime, then? That she’s a white woman?” Nana fidgeted in her chair. She adjusted her eyeglasses, which were hung around her neck by twine. “Her crime is that she goes with you. She seems willing to let you throw away your police career, everything you do here in Southeast. All the good that’s been in your life. Damon and Jannie.” “Damon and Janelle don’t seem hurt or concerned,” I told Nana Mama. My voice was rising some. I stood there with a stack of dirty dishes in my arms. Nana’s palm slammed down on the wooden armrest of her chair. “Well dammit, that’s because you have
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There are so many educated failures in that country. I didn’t want to be another smart failure.
