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I’m sure he’s having thoughts any father would have. But as far as actually planning a crime, I don’t think so. Secondly, what he said to me was said in confidence, just as if he was a client. In fact, he probably thinks of me as his lawyer.”
    “But even if you’re his lawyer, and you know he’s planning a crime, you have to report it, don’t you?”
    “Yes. If I’m certain of his plans. But I’m not.”
    She was not satisfied. “I think you should report it.”
    Jake did not respond. It wouldn’t matter. He ate his last bite of crust and tried to ignore her.
    “You want Carl Lee to do it, don’t you?”
    “Do what?”
    “Kill those boys.”
    “No, I don’t.” He was not convincing. “But if he did, I wouldn’t blame him because I’d do the same thing.”
    “Don’t start that again.”
    “I’m serious and you know it. I’d do it.”
    “Jake, you couldn’t kill a man.”
    “Okay. Whatever. I’m not going to argue. We’ve been through it before.”
    Carla yelled at Hanna to move away from the street. She sat next to him in the swing and rattled her ice cubes. “Would you represent him?”
    “I hope so.”
    “Would the jury convict him?”
    “Would you?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Well, think of Hanna. Just look at that sweet little innocent child out there skipping rope. You’re a mother. Now think of the little Hailey girl, lying there, beaten, bloody, begging for her momma and daddy—”
    “Shut up, Jake!”
    He smiled. “Answer the question. You’re on the jury. Would you vote to convict the father?”
    She placed her glass on the windowsill and suddenly became interested in her cuticles. Jake smelled victory.
    “Come on. You’re on the jury. Conviction or acquittal?”
    “I’m always on the jury around here. Either that or I’m being cross-examined.”
    “Convict or acquit?”
    She glared at him. “It would be hard to convict.”
    He grinned and rested his case.
    “But I don’t see how he could kill them if they’re in jail.”
    “Easy. They’re not always in jail. They go to court and they’re transported to and from. Remember Oswald and Jack Ruby. Plus, they get out if they can make bail.”
    “When can they do that?”
    “Bonds will be set Monday. If they bond out, they’re loose.”
    “And if they can’t?”
    “They remain in jail until trial.”
    “When is the trial?”
    “Probably late summer.”
    “I think you should report it.”
    Jake bolted from the swing and went to play with Hanna.

6
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    K .T. Bruster, or Cat Bruster, as he was known, was, to his knowledge, the only one-eyed black millionaire in Memphis. He owned a string of black topless joints in town, all of which he operated legally. He owned blocks of rental property, which he operated legally, and he owned two churches in south Memphis, which were also operated legally. He was a benefactor for numerous black causes, a friend of the politicians, and a hero to his people.
    It was important for Cat to be popular in the community because he would be indicted again and tried again, and in all likelihood acquitted again by his peers, half of whom were black. The authorities had found it impossible to convict Cat of killing people and of selling such things as women, cocaine, stolen goods, credit cards, food stamps, untaxed liquor, guns, and light artillery.
    He had one eye with him. The other one was somewhere in a rice paddy in Vietnam. He lost it the same day in 1971 that his buddy Carl Lee Hailey was hit in the leg. Carl Lee carried him for two hours before theyfound help. After the war he returned to Memphis and brought with him two pounds of hashish. The proceeds went to buy a small saloon on South Main, and he almost starved before he won a whore in a poker game with a pimp. He promised her she could quit whoring if she would take off her clothes and dance on his tables. Overnight he had more business than he could seat, so he bought another bar, and brought in more dancers. He