this. Your dadâs gonna hear about this, Clifford,â he told me.
I said, âThat ainât mine.â
âYour dad,â I said to Franco. âI donât understand.â We were locked in back of the copsâ car, waiting. I didnât know for what. The cops were outside.
âIt was money,â Franco said. âIt had to be money. He owed people money.â
âThatâs not what I meanâI mean, we saw his ghost fifty-three days ago, Franco.â
âI know,â Franco said.
âBut he wasnât dead then?â
âNo,â Franco said.
I said, âBut whyâd we see his ghost if he wasnât dead, though, you think?â
âBecause he was fucking with me,â Franco said. âHe was always fucking with me.â Then he started crying, so I squeezed him on the shoulder and didnât bother arguing. He rubbed his ear around, against my knuckles, which I guess is how you signal âI need a hugâ if thereâs a hand on your shoulder and your hands are cuffed.
I squeezed the shoulder a couple more times.
An Animal Control wagon entered Francoâs alley and the fat cop and the other one got into the car.
The cops split us up when we got to the station. I never got put in a cell or anything. They made me stand in a squeaky hallway off the lobby with a woman cop who was pretty for a woman cop. She gave me a couple LifeSavers, butter-rum-flavored, which are actually really good, and we talked about the Bulls. She didnât know a lot about the Bulls and neither did I, so mostly what we said was stuff about Michael Jordan, and how he was the greatest because of how he dunked or whatever and had expensive shoes, and the cop thought he was handsome.
I donât know what they did with Franco. He told me later that they tied him to a chair and slapped him around to try to get him to confess to having a dog that would kill on command, but they couldnât break him. After that, he told me, his ma picked him up, and on their way out of the station a âspecial forces homicide copâ took them aside and told them it was Finch who murdered his father. Francoâs a liar, though, and heâs crazy. I mean, a lot of bad stuff kept happening to him, and it happened in stupider ways than it should haveâlike I still donât get how his ma thought heâd bond with the sleaze if the sleaze delivered him the news about his dad. About his dad being dead. I donât get how anyoneâs ma could think something like that, but especially not Francoâs. Maybe she was crazy, too. Or just temporarily. Maybe she went nuts cause she still loved Francoâs dad. Or maybe it was one of those things where you want something to be one way so bad that even though itâs the exact opposite way youâre still hopeful. And maybe Iâd be the same way as Franco if all the same stuff that kept happening to him kept happening to me. But tied him to a chair and slapped him around, though? Come on. And his dad wasnât murdered. He drove into a tree and it might have been on purpose. It was right in the newspaper that afternoon.
I didnât hang out with the woman cop for long. Half an hour tops. My parents got there fast. They entered the station with the ward alderman, Mikey PodestaâI only knew who he was cause the lady cop told me when the three of them walked past our squeaky hallwayâbut they left with just me a few minutes after that.
At first they hugged me and checked me over to make sure I wasnât messed up or anything, but by the time we got in the car, they were getting pissed. At least he was. My dad, I mean.
âWhy did you set that dog on the detective?â he said.
âI didnât know he was a cop,â I said. âI was trying to help my friend. Some guy was attacking my friend, I thought.â
âYour friend who threw a TV at his stepdad,â my dad said.
âHeâs
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