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“A snitch?”

“No” My expression is flat I appear cal up slowly

His dark eyes inspect me “You’re white collar” A beat, another quick scan “What you in for?”

“Murder” Returning to the food, I decide it’s probably wise to keep th up, even if it’s crap, and take a bite The meat is salty and the bread sticks inside my mouth

The fellow across from me bends a dark eyebrow “How’d you do it?”

Reaching for the plastic cup of orange juice, I pull the foil off and t

ake a sip trying to get the crap food off my teeth It takes a ht hand over, palm up

His eyes flicker down to it then back up to led?”

Shaking my head, I’m able to speak “Broke his neck”

Silence falls between us again He’s studying me “You Italian?” I shake my head no “Latino?” Another no “Irish?”

That h “No”

“Biracial?”

Lifting my blue eyes, I smirk “What do you think?”

He watches me a beat “You’re military”

“Good guess,” I say, trying the banana Peel off, I break a piece and put it in my mouth Mealy