Rachel Lopez sat on a living-room sofa in a home in Landover, Maryland, with a woman named Nardine Carlson. It was late in the afternoon, but Nardine, puffy eyed and disheveled, looked as if she had just woken up.

Nardine Carlson lived with her children and grandmother in Kent Village, a development of houses and apartments in various configurations and conditions. Nardine’s place was on a trash-littered street of duplexes, where the cars outside the houses were much nicer than the houses themselves.

When Rachel had pulled her Honda up to the front of Nardine’s house, she recognized a fat, unattractive man leaning against a new German import, talking to a cute younger girl wearing shorts that laced crisscross style up the front. The fat man, Dennis Palmer, went by the name of Big Boy on the street. He wore a wife-beater and was rolling out of it in all directions.

“Hey, Dennis,” said Rachel as she walked past him and the girl, Nardine’s file in her hand.

“Miss Lopez,” said Dennis.

“Everything okay?” said Rachel, still walking.

“Don’t worry, I’m still up at the Friendly’s.”

“That’s good. You must be doing all right, what with that new car and all.”

“Yeah, well,” said Dennis, “you know.”

Rachel did not stop to talk to him. She didn’t have to, as he was no longer on paper. His supervision period had ended six months earlier, and her involvement with him was done. Also, she didn’t like him. He had a history of abuse toward women and, though he still held a job at an ice cream parlor, was probably re-involved in the sale of drugs. When she saw him, Big Boy Palmer always seemed to be around young, pretty girls. At a glance, it was unexplainable, as he was about as ugly as a man could be. But Rachel knew that certain kinds of women went for the players over the squares every time.