I turned in the seat of my mud-green Ford Fairlane, and watched as Marvella Walker and Valentina Wilson tried to soothe the white woman. But the closer Marvella got to her, the faster the woman backed away, screaming at the top of her lungs. We were in a diner parking lot in South Beloit, Illinoi...
I was running late. I picked up Jimmy first. I hoped that no one was still tailing me — I wasn’t being as cautious as I had been earlier in the week — but I had Jimmy keep an eye out the back windows, and he didn’t see anything. Jimmy complained about the change in plans a...
