His sister crossed her arms. “He’s exhausted and filthy. Come back tomorrow when he’s rested.” I wanted him too tired to tell any more lies, but I came up with a reason that wouldn’t get me thrown out of the house. “It’s in his best interest to talk to me before he talks to the police. They won’t care if his face is washed.” “Isn’t that why you got a lawyer?” “Five minutes.” She glanced at Jerry, who was sitting in that same splayed position on the sofa with his chin on his chest. No help there. “Five minutes. I’ll fill the tub.” He wouldn’t be a teenager without a sign tacked to his door. This one was diamond-shaped yellow cardboard reading CUIDADO in black block letters. I knocked. “Who is it?” “Walker.” “Go away.” “Not an option.” “Go away!” I tried the knob. It was locked. “If we talk here, you won’t have to tell the cops the same lies you told the lawyer. Ever try lying to a cop? I don’t recommend it.” After a long silence, bedsprings shifted.
