Not long after the sun went down, the fat cop showed up and stood at the door to the cell, gesturing at Fresco. Unsure of what to expect, he uncoiled from his seat and limped to the bars. At the same time, the guard, now engrossed in a basketball game, heaved the same sigh he did whenever he was interrupted and hauled himself to his feet, keys jingling.

The door opened and Fresco was free. They never told him why and he didn't bother to ask. He exchanged one look with Joey who ...