Soul Circus

seeing the stainless piece swing up, knowing he was far too late.

Quinn thinking, He ain’t nothin’ but a kid, as the world flashed white.

AUGUST

Chapter 36

GRANVILLE Oliver’s biceps pushed against the fabric of his orange jumpsuit. His manacles and chains scraped the table before him as he lowered his hands.

“Thanks for coming by,” said Oliver.

“Ain’t no thing,” said Strange.

“Sentencing’s today.”

“Ives told me.”

“Whichever way it goes, I figure we won’t be seeing each other again. So I thought we should, you know, say good-bye, eye to eye.”

Strange nodded. The room was quiet except for the muffled voices of attorneys and their clients seated in other cubicles behind Plexiglas dividers. A guard with heavy-lidded eyes sat in a darkened booth, watching the room.

“You did everything you could,” said Oliver.

“I tried.”

“Yeah, you and that white boy was working with you, y’all did a good job.”

Strange leaned forward. “Say his name.”

“Quinn.”

“That’s right.”

“You two did all right, bringing that girl in like you did. For a while, seemed like her testimony was really gonna help my case. Sayin’ that Phil was talkin’ to her about plannin’ to kill my uncle and all that. Course, when they crossed her, the prosecutors tried to make her look like a common ho, what with her havin’ that boy out of wedlock, and the lifestyle she was into when she was kickin’ it with Phil. But she kept her composure up there. She was good.”

“She was.”

“Where’s she at now?”

Devra Stokes was living in Northwest, working in a salon, going to Strayer and taking secretarial classes around her hours in the shop. She and Juwan were renting an apartment, found by Ives, in a fringe but not deadly neighborhood. She and the boy were doing fine. But there was no reason for Strange to give Oliver, or anyone else connected with the trial, her whereabouts.

“I don’t know,” said Strange.

“Anyway, I guess it’s all over now. Relieved to have it behind me, you want the truth.”

After the defense had rested its case and closing arguments had been presented, jury deliberation lasted less than two weeks, an unusually short time for a case with this kind of life-and-death ramification. Once the verdict was read, a kind of minihearing had commenced in which Raymond Ives and his team argued mitigating circumstances in hopes of avoiding the death penalty. That phase, too, had concluded, leaving only Judge Potterfield’s sentencing to complete the trial.

“Too bad it didn’t work out for you,” said Strange.

“Aw, shit, I knew how it was gonna end from day one. That jury they handpicked, they decided what they were gonna do the first time they got a look at me. I mean, you get down to it, they didn’t even need to go through the trouble of havin’ that trial.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Ain’t no maybe about it. It wasn’t no kind of shock to me when they found me guilty. Question now is, will I live or die?”

Strange sat impassively, looking into Granville Oliver’s golden eyes.

“You know, it’s funny,” said Granville. “There was that day, when the Stokes girl was testifyin’, that I actually thought that there was a chance I might walk. She had planted that, what do you call it, seed of doubt up in that whole courtroom. And I remember thinkin’, Wouldn’t that be some shit, if it was what she was sayin’ that was gonna get me off?”

“Why would that be funny?” said Strange.

“Phil Wood told that girl he was gonna kill my uncle Bennett? Shoot, Phil was just talkin’, pumpin’ his own self up for the benefit of that pretty young ass. Phil had killed before to get his stripes, but he wouldn’t never pull the trigger on my own kin, not unless I ordered him to do it. And I never did.”

“What are you telling me?”

“I killed my uncle, Strange. Walked right up to the open window of his new Jag and shot that snitch motherfucker to death. Man was about to flip on me, and it was down to that. Him or me, and I wasn’t gonna do no long time, not for blood or anyone else.” Oliver looked Strange over. “You surprised?”

“Not really. In my heart, I guess I knew all along.”

“Didn’t make no difference to you, huh?”

“No. I suppose it didn’t.”

“You knew I was who they said I was and still you kept on it. Why?”

Because I took your father out, thirty-some years ago. Because it was me who put you behind the eight ball, like all these other kids out here, got no fathers to teach them, by example, right from wrong. How to be tough without being violent, how to walk with your head up andyour shoulders square, how to love one woman and be there for your children and make it work. Because it was me who put you on the road that took you where you are today.

“I was just doing my job,” said Strange.

“Well, you stood tall,” said Oliver.

“I did my best.”

“And I appreciate it. Wanted you to know.”

Their hands met in the middle of the table. Strange broke Oliver’s grip and stood.

“How’s the little man doin’?” said Oliver, looking up, managing a smile.

“Robert’s fine. He’s with that family affiliated with the church. I’m going to see him at practice this evening.”

“Boy can play, can’t he?”

“Yes, he can,” said Strange.

“Holler at you later, hear?”

“I’ll pray for you, Granville.”

And for myself, thought Strange, as he turned and walked from the D.C. Jail, leaving Granville Oliver in chains.

STRANGE had no live cases on the week’s schedule. He was restless and had time to kill before evening practice, so he went about filling up his day. He visited a technical school in Northwest that Lamar Williams had mentioned to him as a place that offered computer training on a noncollegiate level. Strange had promised Lamar that he would contribute half to the cost of classes if he thought the school was okay. He picked up a brochure and got their rates from one of the admission staff, and had a look at the facilities. Then he called