'Care to tell me what happened that day in the school?' I said.
'Me'n Dell took out a lot of assholes,' he said. 'Needed taking out.'
'Dell being Wendell Grant?'
'Sure.'
'Can you name them?' I said.
'Who?'
'The people you took out.'
For a moment, I thought he actually saw me. But it passed quickly.
He shrugged.
'How many did you take out?' I said.
He shrugged.
'Why did they need it?' 'They were assholes.'
'And you could tell that how?' I said.
'Whole school was assholes,' he said. And smirked.
'Lot of that happening,' I said.
He didn't say anything.
I didn't say anything. We were back at it.
After a while he said, 'How much she pay you?'
'Your grandmother?'
'Yeah. How much she paying?'
I told him.
'She can afford it,' he said.
'Your lawyer wants to plead you crazy,' I said.
Jared shrugged.
'You okay with that?' I said.
Shrug.
'You crazy?' I said.
'You ever kill anybody?' he said.
'Yes. '
'You crazy?'
'No.'
He smirked.
'Are you comfortable spending the rest of your life in the jug?' I said.
He shrugged.
'Have you thought about it? Sixty, seventy years?'
Shrug.
'Can't do the time,' he said, 'don't do the crime.'
I was quiet for a moment.
'You don't think it'll happen,' I said.
He shrugged.
'You don't think you're going away forever.'
He shrugged again and smirked. What range.
'Even though you confessed,' I said.
Shrug, smirk.
'You know something I don't know?' I said.
He snickered. And shrugged. And closed with a smirk. Three for three. I had really broken through.
We sat for a while longer. I stood up.
'This has been great,' I said.
He stayed seated, looking at the middle of my chest. 'Next time, you might want to extend your emotional range.'
