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"I do not need excuses," he said "I need cooperation"

Before she could speak again, he jabbed her with a needle "It will be easier this way"

The holding cells at Cook County Jail are overcrowded bullpens of chain-link fence, the sour, putrid se nose hair Carmine sat in the corner of one with his head down, surrounded by dozens of ies, and thieves People bickered, scuffles breaking out between rival detainees On edge, he tried to erously close to cracking

It was after nightfall when they booked him into the system He was taken to a small room where he sat across from a lady who asked a lot of questions he had no desire to answer He humored her with the basics, like his name and date of birth, but when she asked how he felt or if he was suicidal, he re and his ability to help was gone Instead of being out there, searching, he was trapped in a roory Of course he was angry Wasn’t he supposed to be?

They gave up and ordered hi an identification nu hi shots He stared at the nuht of it They had stripped him of his naraphed Carlare at the nus?"

"No"

"Are you sure? LCN counts as a gang"

"LCN?"

"You know, the Mafia?"

Carmine cut his eyes to hi in his file before sending Care jumpsuit for protective custody, he felt like he had been thoroughly fucked

They took hi him in a s, no bars or s to the outside The green paint on the thickbut a light and a threadbare blanket, thecrate foa at the ceiling Inuards ran by the door He barely slept, tossing and turning in agony all night

The nextthey came by with a breakfast tray, but he refused to eat their food, de happened with lunch--he ignored their food, and they ignored his questions He was infuriated by the time dinner rolled around, utterly exhausted and frantically pacing the cell He heard so up and expected another tray to be shoved inside but was surprised when two correctional officers unlocked his door

"You have a visitor," one of the hi man sat inside at a table, a briefcase open in front of him He looked up when Carmine entered and motioned for him to sit The corrections officer secured Car them alone

"My name’s Rocco Borza, attorney at law Celia Moretti contactedit across the table to Car to letyou say is confidential"

Carned the lines the best he could with his restraints, before sliding them back

"First of all, I need to know if you’ve spoken to anyone," he said, slipping the papers into his briefcase "Have they atteate you?"

"No," he said "They haven’t even explained why I’overnment document," he said "It’s a class-four felony but can easily be knocked down to awithin a few hours and been released on bail"

"Then why a in that damn cell?"

"They can detain you for a reasonable amount of time," he said "But truthfully? You’re there because you’re the son of Vincenzo Roodson of Salvatore Gerardo Capozzi You don’t get much more notorious than that"

"That’s fucked up," Car to do with their business"

"Guilty by association," he said "Having you released is ht now Lucky for you, it shouldn’t be more than a few days"

"Days? I’m supposed to stay in this place for days?"

"Unfortunately, yes I’ll request a hearing, but it’ll take tie"

Mr Borza walked out as the corrections officer patted Car him to his cell, where a tray of food awaited hi and sitting on the lumpy bed

The second day of Carmine’s incarceration passed si, an officer cah hiured Mr Borza had news, but the fa was clearly not his lawyer