biggest crew around here. You go to the cops on him, you be dead. That’s why!”
Mace sat back. “I know about Psycho. The guy’s been running his drug and gun op for nearly ten years. That’s a lifetime in that line of work. You’ve got to be real smart and even more dangerous to last that long.”
“But the police can protect you,” said Roy. He glanced at Mace. “Can’t they?”
Darren laughed. “Oh yeah. Sure they can. See, last time the police protected somebody ’round here against Psycho they found his head in a trash bag floating in the Anacostia with a sock stuffed in the mouth. They ain’t never found the rest of him. That’s some damn fine protection, now ain’t it?”
Darren put Tyler down on the floor. “So you tell me what the hell you doing here?”
“How about a chance to get out of here,” said Mace.
“Outta here how?”
“I’m working on a project with a professor from Georgetown.”
“Georgetown! What the hell that got to do with us?”
“I can explain it to you.”
Darren looked like he was about to start shouting again, but then he sat down and motioned at her. “Go on then. Tell me.”
Mace spent the next thirty minutes doing just that, filling in the basics first and then building on that. “The professor’s theory is that to survive on the streets of virtually any large city requires exemplary intelligence, nerve, daring, risk-taking, and the ability to adapt on the fly. Most people require familial support, a bed, a roof, some food, and relief from danger to function properly.”
Darren looked sullen. “Ain’t that bad ’round here. Do what you got to do. We got a roof over our heads now. Food to eat. And she got family now. And ain’t nobody coming in that door unless they go through me first.”
“But it’s not a normal life, Darren,” pointed out Mace. “You can’t reach your potential if you’re always worried about becoming homeless or not having enough food to eat, or waiting for somebody to put a bullet in your head.”
“I can take care of myself.”
Mace turned to Alisha. “You were selected from the files at Social.”
“Why me?”
“You’ve managed to support a special needs child while getting off drugs and after losing both parents. You currently hold down four part-time jobs while getting Tyler’s basic health care needs taken care of out of sheer persistence and more than a dash of ingenuity. And you did all this while just having celebrated your sixteenth birthday. I’d say that was pretty special.” Mace looked around the tiny apartment. “And you got this place using forged documents that showed you were eighteen and could legally sign a contract.”
Alisha looked frightened. “I had to. After my grandma got killed folks came and took her apartment, kicked us out. After that we was living in a box in an alley off Bladensburg Road. Ain’t no place for a child. And Darren was gone.”
Darren took her hand. “But I’m back now, baby sister. I take care of you and Ty.”
Mace looked over at Darren. She really didn’t know what to do with him. “You can’t take care of them by robbing people. You’ll be right back in prison. Last night if I’d been a cop, you already would be.”
Darren whirled on her. “You just get the hell out of here.”
“When you go back to prison what happens to Alisha and Tyler? Psycho can come right through that door. Then what?”
Darren started to say something but then just stared at the floor.
Mace said, “So there it is, Alisha. That’s the offer.”
“You trust this professor dude?” said Darren suddenly.
“Yes I do. And he really cares.”
“Why the hell he want to help folks like us?”
Choosing her words carefully, she said, “It’s like he’s building his own crew.”
The angry look faded from Darren’s face. “So he be the boss then?”
“Just until you can be your own boss,” Mace replied.
Darren looked at his sister. “This shit sounds too good to be true. What next, some fat guy running in here waving a big-ass check with a bunch of balloons?”
Mace said, “Darren, just to be clear, we didn’t know you were in the picture. I don’t know if the offer extends to you or not.”
Alisha stood. “I ain’t gonna do nothing without Darren coming too.”
“Hold on, hold on, girl,” said Darren quickly. “We got to think this through.”
Mace stood. Roy did too. She said, “You don’t have to make up your mind now. It’s your choice. We have other appointments to