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been a night-club star in old Overtown, Miami’s Harlem. He played all the best joints. At his peak, in the 1960s, he even did orchestra gigs for Sammy Davis Jr. and other stars in the big hotels on Miami Beach.
    When Theo was released from prison, Cy gave him his old saxophone, a classic Buescher 400. “You might be happy to be out of prison,” his uncle had told him, “or you might be pissed off that they locked you up in the first place. It don’t make no never mind.
    You just put all those feelings right here.” Theo took the sax and the advice.
    “Tell me something about my momma,” said Theo.
    His uncle did a double take. It might have amazed an outsider, but this was a conversation they’d never had before. Never. Theo was that adamant about it.
    “Where did that question come from?” said Cy.
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    wondering, seeing him tonight. I mean on the TV,” he said, quick to correct himself.
    Cy didn’t seem at all comfortable with the chosen topic of conversation.“What do you want to know?”
    “Something good.Tell me something good about her.”
    The old man was silent, as if searching. He answered without looking at Theo, his gaze drifting off toward the middle distance.
    “Ain’t nothin’ good to tell,Theo. Nothin’ good at all.”
    Theo nodded, more in resignation than agreement.“I’m going to bed.” He rose and headed toward the bedroom.
    Cy called his name, stopping him. “Are you okay, boy? You seem a little bit off.”
    Theo shrugged.“Tough night.”
    “Trina giving you heartache again?”
    “No, it’s not that.We talked right before closing. I think we’re gonna be okay.”
    “Good. I like that girl. But something’s eatin’ at you.What is it?”
    Theo sighed, burying his hands in his pockets.“I just don’t like feeling ripped off, that’s all.”
    “Not again.You was robbed?”
    He weighed the word’s every connotation. “Comes with the turf, I guess.”
    “Did you call the cops?”
    Theo harrumphed, as if to say, “What the hell good would that do?” He suddenly felt much the same way about this conversation.
    Absolutely no good could come of telling Cy about his surprise visit from Isaac.“I really don’t feel like talking about it.”
    “That’s all right.You get some rest.”
    “’Night, old man.”
    “Good night, boy.”
    Theo continued down the dark hallway and didn’t even bother turning on the bedroom light. He practically fell on the bed, dead tired, emotionally exhausted, drained in every sense of the word—
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    and completely unable to sleep. He could have lain there till dawn, staring at the ceiling as all of Miami woke. Or . . .
    He knew Rene was in town, but this couldn’t wait till morning. He reached for the phone on his nightstand and dialed Jack.
    His friend.
    His lawyer.
    Chapter 3
    Most days, Jack was simply a criminal defense lawyer. At 3:30 a.m., when calling the Miami-Dade state attorney at home, he donned his former-prosecutor hat. There were times when it paid to be part of the club.
    “This had better be good, Swyteck,” she said with a grumble into the telephone.
    “I can help you find Isaac Reems.”
    He sensed that she was suddenly wide awake.
    Jack’s talk with Theo had raised a serious dilemma.An old robbery conviction made Theo’s possession of a firearm a second-degree felony in Florida. Theo was willing to tell all about Reems, but Jack insisted that it be done through his lawyer—with an agreement from the state attorney that there would be no flack about the illegal firearm.
    “Deal,” she said.“What do you have?”
    “One other thing,” said Jack.“I want this information dissemi-nated to law enforcement without attribution. My client’s name stays out of this.”
    “Why? He’s doing the right thing.”
    “He’s turning in the former leader of the Grove Lords. They ruled this city once upon a time. Gangsters have long