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acquittal.
    And so, after climbing the prosecutorial hierarchy for eighteen years, she’d asked for a transfer out of the major-crimes unit, the most coveted job in the office. She knew the rotation out of downtown and into the wasteland of family court was intended as punishment, a message to the rest of the attorneys that they requested changes at their own peril.
    But now she realized the move had allowed her to stay in Kiley’s life. Who else would have protected her?
    She finally spotted Jake, who looked only in the direction of oncoming traffic on the one-way street before he dashed across Park Avenue. This was the kind of thing a mother noticed.
    She rolled down her window halfway.
    “Sorry, Light. No dice.”
    “You didn’t find him?” According to the social worker, Chance worked janitorial duty at the campus until nine o’clock.
    “I found him a’ight. Dude dipped.” Jake’s skin was white as Casper, but not his voice. She once tried getting him to drop the affect for his trial testimony, telling him he sounded like a twenty-first-century minstrel show. He responded by asking what religion had to do with it.
    “Are you sure you talked to the right guy?” She hit her overhead light and showed him Chance’s mug shot again. If only Jake had recognized this photo in January. If only he’d had some connection to Kyle and Rachel Chance. Testimony placing the couple together near the time of Kiley’s abuse would have debunked their bogus story that the mother acted alone during a desperate binge brought on by their separation. “This picture’s a year old. He’s put on a little weight since then.”
    “I did my thing, you know? Acted like I was working the park blocks. Saw him coming. Sidled up to him. Asked if he was looking for rock. Dude just said no, thanks, and kept on walking.”
    “I’m not buying it, Jake.”
    “You’re my girl, Light. Liked you better with that junk in your trunk, fo’ sho’, but you know I want to he’p you out. You think I’d cross you? I know better than to get DiLi mad.”
    She smiled, remembering the nickname he’d conjured up for her when J.Lo first hit the cultural lexicon, a decade earlier.
    “I want to trust you, Jake, but I don’t believe for a second that this guy turned down the opportunity to get high.”
    “Hey, whatchu want me to say?”
    “That you just sold the man in this picture some dope.”
    “Then you send your man in there to frisk him down but he don’t find no rock. That would make me a liar, and you know I only speak the truth. I bathe in the light of honesty, girl. I might sell folks to the law, but only if they did the crime, you know? Hey, don’t get so upset, Light. I never seen you so down. It must be that diet. Get yourself some cheeseburgers and onion rings, you know what I’m saying?”
    “You’re
positive
it was the same guy?”
    Jake looked back toward the park, but she could tell he was just buying himself time to answer. “If it makes you feel better, I could tell he was craving it. Real tempted, you know? Like pondering and shit. But — I don’t know — maybe I made it seem too easy. I knew you wanted him, so I floated a half ball at a hundred. Price was too low; he probably figured I was po-po. Maybe try again in a few weeks? I’d do anything for DiLi.”
    A few weeks was too long. A man like Chance could break Kiley all over again in a few hours.
    “No, that’s all right. You want a ride back uptown?”
    “Nah, I’m good. Might hang down here for a bit.”
    “Dumb question, Jake, but any chance I can persuade you to get into another line of work?”
    “You cute, girl. And, seriously, you look good, Light. Maybe a little too
light
, if you get it. But good. Hang tough.”

    T HE NEXT NIGHT , Chance showed up at home close to eleven o’clock. Diane watched Kiley hold his hand as they stepped from the bus onto McLoughlin Boulevard. From the university to the aunt’s house to here should not have taken him the