them in front of a judge tomorrow and get them released on bail. I am confident that I can forestall a remand.”
“What’s a remand,” Mrs. Drake
said.
“Remand to jail to await trial.”
“My God, is that what’s going to happen now?”
“No. It won’t happen at all. But now the police will hold your
son until tomorrow when we can get them before a magistrate.”
“They’re children. They can’t
have to be thrown in with the
general prison population,” Mrs. Drake said.
“We’ll hold them here,” Jesse
said. “It’s a four-cell lockup.
They will be the general prison population.”
“This is crap,” Troy said.
His mother put her hand on his arm. Jesse could tell that neither Troy nor Bo Marino liked the talk about them being children.
“You got that right,” Bo said.
“That little wimp prick is
lying.”
“Please be quiet,” Rita said to both boys.
“The wimp prick being Feeney?” Jesse said.
“Sure. You got him and the fucking baby says whatever you want
him to, so he can get off.”
“And Candace?” Jesse said.
“Bitch would say anything to get me in trouble,” Troy said.
“She’s been hot for me since ninth grade, and I won’t give her a
nod.”
“Is she hot for Bo, too?” Jesse said.
“Be quiet,” Rita said to both boys.
“Let ‘em talk, lady,” Joe Marino
said. “Somebody’s trying to
frame my kid and you’re telling him not to say anything?”
“They’re not doing themselves any
good,” Rita
said.
“She hot for Bo?” Jesse said to Troy.
“I don’t know. Maybe Bo did her for all I know, him and Kevin
was always talking about doing this broad and that one.”
“You cocksucker,” Bo said.
Mrs. Marino paused in her crying long enough to say,
“Bo!”
No one paid any attention.
“So maybe they did her,” Troy said,
“and the bitch thought when
she got them she could throw me in there and get even.”
“Shut up.” Rita’s voice was
sharp in the room.
But the genie was out of the bottle.
“So why did Kevin name you as well,” Jesse said.
“Fucking loser,” Troy said.
