Just lie down. Just wither away. "What do you want?""I want a vault." McKenna's eyes sparkled. "Oh, I want the Crisis mailing list.""What?""The Crisis. The newsletter of the National Association for the Advancement of Chimpanzees.""I know what it is. Where would I get the mailing list?""Well, Isaiah Giddreaux must have access to it. There must be a copy of it somewhere in that nigger-bourgeoisie palace you call home. Find it.""And if I build your vault and find your mailing list?""Don't adopt the tone of someone who has options, Luther." "Fine. What do you want me to put in this vault?" Luther asked."You keep asking questions?" McKenna draped his arm over Luther's shoulders. "Maybe it'll be you."Leaving another ineffectual BSC meeting, Danny was exhausted as he headed for the el stop at Roxbury Crossing, and Steve Coyle fell in beside him as Danny knew he would. Steve was still coming to meetings, still making people wish he'd go away, still talking about grander and grander fool-ambitions.
