My Daughter Called From A Police Station At 3:17 A.M.—And The Officer Went Pale When I Arrived

Lang, twenty-two, wild-eyed, caught on grainy surveillance pistol-whipping a clerk for forty-three dollars and a pack of Marlboros. I’d testified for three hours, walked the jury through the tape frame by frame.

Tommy got twenty-five years.

Richard had been seventeen then, sitting in the gallery in a too-big suit, staring daggers through me.

I’d forgotten continue reading …