He's on Michigan Avenue westbound, a radio car from the Fourth flashes him to pull over. Orlando takes off, runs a red light, turns a corner, sideswipes a couple of cars and jumps out, abandons ship. They look for him but it's dark now and he gets away. They look in the SUV, Ford Explorer, find like a hundred pounds of grass in three of the bags, bloody clothes in another, and a Chinese AK-47. Sterling Auto Sales had reported the SUV stolen."

"If he used the AK on the Mexicans," Delsa said. "Now he has to dump it."

"That's how it looks," Harris said. "And stash the weed at his mother's, like they do. Hundred pounds, Jackie. How long would that last you?"

"That was white-boy Glenn's habit, not mine. I'm done with him. My evenings off, I'm out at Sportree's sipping Bombay, looking to bring a tall black dude into my life. Little Glenn was fun, but he made me nervous."

"I'm not done," Harris said. "Orlando comes home in a taxi and now he's tripped out, can't sit still. He says, 'My prints are all over that shit. My fuckin life is done.' This is good. Jo-Jo says to him, 'So you didn't get the gasoline and the fuckin chain saw like you suppose to.' They get in an argument, Orlando wanting to know how he's gonna get the gasoline and the fuckin chain saw with cops on his ass. The taxi's still there, the driver a friend of theirs, so Jo-Jo takes it and comes back with, Tenisha says, 'the things they needed.'"

Delsa said, "They talk about the guys in the basement? Who they are? What happened?"

"No mention of 'em. Orlando puts Tenisha in the cab and tells the driver, take her to the Parkside Motel on West Warren. They called and reserved two rooms."

Jackie said, "Did she put up any kind of fuss? Or just went along with whatever?"

"Says she was too scared to say anything."

Delsa said, "She bring her coloring book?"

Harris was shaking his head. "What the girl did was fall asleep. Laid down on the bed and woke up to Orlando pounding on the door.