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alone,” he croaked as he moved away.
           Roper’s smile disappeared. His skin had turned a blotchy white, his eyes becoming nothing more than small, gray holes. He trembled slightly as he watched the older man walk way. “I’m going to lose my job,” he moaned. “Fucking Jesus Christ, I’m going to lose my job because of you assholes.”
           “Shut up,” DiGrazia stepped forward and pushed a thick finger into Roper’s chest.
           “One of my conditions for parole is being employed,” Roper said, his tone not quite human, “another is chemical castration. I get shots every week. I got nothing down there anymore. What the fuck would I want with a woman, you assholes?”
           “Nice mouth on this guy,” DiGrazia said.
           “A real sweetheart,” Shannon agreed.
           “Maybe we should take him back to the station. If nothing else we can teach him some manners,” DiGrazia said, moving closer to Roper.
           Roper took a step back. “You don’t have to take me anywhere—”
           “Shut up,” DiGrazia said.
           “Are you going to be civil to us?” Shannon asked.
           “I didn’t do anything,” Roper said. “I told you, with the shots I’m getting I don’t have any use for a woman.”
           “We’ll check that,” DiGrazia said. “But even if you can’t get it up anymore there’s still the violence part of it. You’re a violent man after all, John.”
           “You still like to cut them, don’t you, John?” Shannon asked.
           “No, it’s not like that—”
           “I read the report on that woman in Providence. You cut her over sixty times. It’s a wonder she didn’t bleed to death.”
           “Those cuts were superficial. I didn’t really hurt her that bad. And it’s not like that anymore, not with the treatment I’ve had and the shots I’m getting—”
           “You don’t have to explain, John. We understand. You like to cut women. The one you took last night, where is she now? Where’d you leave her?”
           “I didn’t do anything. I tell you, with the shots—”
           “We’re sick of hearing that crap,” DiGrazia said. “Where is she?”
           Roper closed his mouth. Something shut down within his small, gray eyes. “I’m not talking to you anymore,” he said. “I want a lawyer.”
           “Your choice, John,” DiGrazia said. He had Roper put his hands behind his back and then he cuffed him. DiGrazia and Shannon then led him out of the garage to their patrol car.
           Back at the station, DiGrazia read Roper his rights and had him initial different paragraphs of it and sign at the bottom.
           “We’ll get you your lawyer now,” DiGrazia said. “Then I’m going to get a search warrant for your room at your sister’s. I’ll find something that will break your parole.”
           Shannon said, “A couple of grams of coke in his sock drawer would do it.”
           “That’s usually a good place to find it,” DiGrazia said. “Then we’ll send you back to Rhode Island. I’m sure your friends in lockup will be glad to see you again, especially now you’ve been turned into a fat, little eunuch.”
           “Should be loads of fun for them,” Shannon agreed. “They’ll have a ball.”
           Roper started to cry. “I didn’t do anything.”
           Shannon said, “You don’t have to talk to us. You’ve already asked for a lawyer.”
           “I swear to you I didn’t do anything.”
           “Are you telling us you’ve changed your mind about wanting a lawyer?” Shannon asked. “You willing to talk to us, see if you can clear this up?”
           “Sure,” Roper said. He was still sobbing. He rubbed both his palms against his eyes. “We can clear this up ’cause I didn’t do anything.”