considered the fact that they were in handcuffs, and that the only place the cops didnât seem to be looking was the kitchen table. And both decided not to do anything, to just pretend the drugs didnât exist.
The Kid felt a surge of hope rise inside him, and he tried to fight it down. He didnât want to hope. He knew he was going to prison, that the cops had only missed the drugs so far because they were busy searching everywhere else. He knew that, but the hope rose anyway.
The three of them sat at the table for more than an hour. They didnât speak. Then, at last, the cops came back into the kitchen. The Kid felt a lightness in his head and a jumping in his stomach.
The most senior cop leaned on the table, his face close to the Kidâs, his hands almost touching the bags of meth. âAll right,â he said. âWhere is it?â
âI donât know,â the Kid said. The cop made to hit him, and the Kid shrank away. âLook, I ainât being smart. I donât know what youâre looking for, I swear.â
The cops took the Kid and Miguel into the living room. They left Maria handcuffed in the kitchen. They worked both of them over, not to try to get them to confess to anything, just because they wanted to. When they were done, they removed the handcuffs. They went to the kitchen and uncuffed Maria. Then they left.
Maria went into the living room. Miguel and the Kid both had puffy faces and bloody noses, but they were in each otherâs arms, laughing and crying at the same time, stomping their feet on the floor.
âWeâre going to fucking church, bro!â Miguel said through swollen lips. âI ainât kidding! In fact, you know what?âWeâre gonna pray now. Iâm fucking serious, I swear to God. Right fucking now. On your knees.â He looked at Maria. âYou too, sweetie.â
âWhy?â she said.
âBecause you just saw a fucking miracle! The Lord saved our sorry-assed fucking souls!â
âIâm a believer now,â the Kid said.
Bemused, Maria joined them in kneeling on the floor, surrounded by the debris of the police search.
âOkay,â Miguel said. âLord, we thank thee for giving us each day our daily bread. We ask thee to forgive us our sins and help us be good people. We especially thank thee for making the cops too fucking dumb to notice four bags of meth when itâs right in front of their faces. Amen.â
âAmen,â said the Kid.
âSo you guys are drug dealers?â said Maria.
Miguel looked at the Kid. âNow that,â he said, âis something we really need to have a talk about, bro. Know what Iâm saying?â
âYeah,â said the Kid.
The Kid called the guy whoâd snitched on them. âHeyâ he said. âGuess where Iâm calling from? Iâll give you a clue. It ainât jail.â
âWhy would you be in jail?â the guy said, and the Kid heard it in his voice.
The Kid laughed. âYou fucking idiot. You better pack your bags.â
âDude, I donât know what youâre talking aboutâ
âA bullet in the face.â
âWhat?â
âThatâs what youâre gonna get if you stay around.â
âWhy? From who?â
âFrom me, and you know why. Now, you better be gone before I find youâ
Silence. Then the guy said, âIâm engaged. Iâm gonna have a family. I canât go anywhere.â
âYou donât go anywhere, you ainât gonna get married and have a family. Youâre gonna be dead. Iâll kill her too. Iâll kill her firstâ
âWhat can I do? Just tell me.â
âNothing. You can leave or die.â
He started to cry. âHow long?â
âIâll be looking for you tomorrow.â
âOkay. Iâll be gone.â
âGood idea. And donât come back.â The Kid hung up.
That evening, the Kid and
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