A Naked Singularity: A Novel (3 page)

When this and other delays have been exhausted you’re ready for the pens directly behind the arraignment courtroom. To get there you’re walked down a perfectly symmetric hall that overhead, every eight or so paces, has metronomically intermittent, dimpled-plastic rectangles containing two tubes each of flickering light that end well before the dark base of the stairs. At the top of those stairs is a short hallway that leads to those two identical but transposed cells where you are told to wait until a lawyer like me calls you ad nominem into one of the six interview booths.

And on bad nights like that night with Manos you will scarcely have room to move as a great many other bodies wait there with you, the cell walls straining against the immured humanity; the number of bodies held therein so great you would not think so many could simultaneously do wrong. A teeming multitude with its components angling desperately for their just portion of the surrounding air and now you’re ready to declare Hobbes victorious over Rousseau with scant need for further deliberation. Because people sleep face-down on the sticky floor, the ones who aren’t too pained from active withdrawal, and you’re handed a small carton of milk with an unsealed plastic bag of white bread squeezing baloney and cheese to bleed solar-yellow mustard while you smell those alien body parts you least wanted to smell, watch dirty hands tremble to hold bloody scabs, feel beset by voices indistinctly grouped in throng and in the corner, as if on display, is an uncovered toilet next to a payphone available to any member of that preterite crowd capable of inserting a quarter and willing to make a phone call while watching someone take, or more accurately
give
, a shit. But worst is that every time a body goes out to see the judge it comes right back in shaking its head and it doesn’t take much to deduce that you will soon be doing the same. That’s where you are, where You ended up.

Where I was, by contrast, was fifteen yards away staring at an empty basket and praying it wouldn’t fill with more yellow (felonies) and blue (misdemeanors) papers describing additional bodies I would meet under duress so they could lie to me. But it did fill and the filling compelled me to action. And I’m going to
start
start here because I met Dane for the first time that night; that meeting and consequently the many subsequent ones a pure product of arraignment-schedule chance. We stared at the basket then each other and I realized that to that point he had said maybe five extra-judicial words. Consistent with that he absently grabbed an unfairly large share of the cases and went off to interview them without a sound.

Linda was a battle-scarred veteran of double digit years who had mastered the expected art form of appearing to be quite busy while doing little of value and was therefore nowhere near the basket. I took what remained, mostly yellow some blue, and went to the back to do the interviews. I planned to do them with extreme velocity too because I had done about a quillion already and wanted desperately to get the hell out of there. The first case I looked at was Darril Thorton, a yellow back charged with Sex Abuse in the First Degree (PL §130.65). I called his name softly, hoping he wouldn’t answer, but he immediately moved in, a let’s-get-this-over-with look on his face. He spoke first, obviously yelling but still creating only a barely audible signal:

—noise background,

My getting out or what?!

My money’s on what, followed by a pause long enough to be uncomfortable.

Oh c’mon I didn’t do nothing man! This is bullshit you got to get me up out of here on the double yo, she’s lying on me!

Easy, hold on, let’s start at the top. Here’s my card. My name’s Casi, I’m going to be your attorney. Let’s see, well, you’re charged with Sex Abuse in the First Degree, that’s a Class D violent felony.

Wait let me see this, holding the ivory rectangle up to the bar-streaked light and nodding negatively, uh-uh.

What uh-uh?

I don’t want you man, starting to walk out but not really.

Why? What’s the problem?

Because man, sitting back down, I wanted an 18B, only thing you guys ever did for me is send me upstate man. No offense but that’s just keeping it real on your ass, pointing but not at it.

Well, whatever, you’re sort of stuck with me so let’s just see how it goes for a bit okay?

No.

Who’s Valerie Grissom?

Man you all right. Okay, she’s a crackhead. That’s what I’m trying to tell you officer, I mean lawyer. She’s making up some crazy stuff, everybody knows she’s a fabricator and a confabulator. Everybody knows it!

You know that for a fact?

What, that she confabulates?

No, that she’s a crackhead.

Everybody knows!

How do
you
know? You smoke with her?

I don’t smoke man but I seen her smoke.

So she has a record?

Man she been popped tons of times, laughing but still managing to sound angrier somehow.

You know her date of birth?

Na man, I ain’t know her like that.

She married, kids?

Kids somewhere I think but they ain’t around.

What’s your relationship to her.

Man we ain’t related. Shit, what the fuck you think?

I mean how do you know her?

Just from the neighborhood man, everybody knows her she’s always up in everybody’s business.

How long you known her?

A few years man!

Just relax a bit. She’s saying that two weeks ago at 322 West 119th Street . . . that where she lives?

She’s sort of homeless but I think she stays there a lot with a friend of hers.

She’s saying that you forced her down on the bed—

What?!

Let me finish. She says you threw her down on the bed, put your forearm across her neck and forced your fingers into her vagina.

How many fingers?

Just says fingers.

Can they do that?

Not specify how many fingers?

Yeah.

Yes.

Well that’s crazy man. That’s a complete and totally utter lie, I’ve never even been in a bed with her! What bed are they saying? I can’t believe this! It’s a total set up. Total. Set. Up. You have to get me out of here.

You
ever
had a sexual relationship with her?

Never.

The truth, Darril.

Never, I swear!

Well did the two of you have some kind of argument over something?

I haven’t even seen her in like . . . let me see . . . two months?

So what’s going on?

You tell me.

Well you’re saying this woman with whom you’ve never had more than a casual relationship and haven’t even seen in two months suddenly decided to falsely accuse you of essentially raping her. Does that make any sense? If the two of you have no beef and you’ve never been more than just acquaintances why would she possibly make this up?

I have a theory but I can tell by looking at you, which he then did exaggeratedly, that you will not accept it. I can see that in your eyes.

What’s the reason?

Your eyes.

What’s the reason she’s lying?

Fine, The Hater.

What?

The Accuser.

The what-user?

The fallen and rebellious angel himself.

The hell you talking about?

The Prince of Darkness man. You heard of him right?

Okay I have heard of him but what does that have to do with this?

Look I found the Lord okay? I’m about to become a minister as a matter of fact. And one thing I’ve learned, in my studies and etceteras, is that the Dark Prince gets into people man. Now I’m trying to get my life together. I been out of prison twenty-three months. You see I been reporting to parole and working as a mechanic right there on 118th Street. Why would I do this? Tell me that. I would have to be crazy to do that insertion and whatnot. I’m trying to stay clean but The Evil One sees that man. He sees that and he says
I’m taking this man down, this righteous man who hath turned to the good book must now falleth
. And that’s why this is happening. But all I know is I never touched that woman. It’s a lie, she’s a false witness being brought to bear.

Well, whatever the reason, she’s saying you did this and—

I done told you the reason, the very archenemy of God has—

Okay whatever stop. The bottom line is that as a result of her statement to the police you’ve been charged with this and we’re about to go in front of a judge who’s going to decide what your bail is.

Bail?! But I’m innocent, they have to release me.

I doubt they’ll see it that way.

So what exactly my looking at here man?

Numbers?

Yeah man, what else?

You been upstate?

I’m a mandatory persistent man. That’s what you’re going to see when you look at my raps so I’ll just up and save you the time.

Okay then you know the deal.

What kind of charge is that? Abuse?

D violent. Yeah, I see two prior violent felonies. Two to four on a rob two and you’re currently on parole after doing five to fifteen on a manslaughter right?

First of all, that was an accident man. It was just a fight and I was defending myself. Second of all, both of those cases were before I found the Lord.

They still count. That’s two violent felonies and this is another one so you are a mandatory as you said—

I know.

Which means you’re looking at a minimum here of twelve to life and a max of twenty-five to life—

Fuck.

Right, so this is no joke and you’re going to figure out Darril that the only way I’m going to possibly be able to help you is for you to start leveling with me a lot more than you have so far.

I’m telling you the truth. I didn’t do this.

Listen, I don’t have all night. There’s got to be more to it than this. You’re not giving me any possible credible reason why she would make this up.

I told you, the Archfiend.

By credible I mean a reason that doesn’t involve him . . . so that it?

Anything else?

I’ve told you everything I know. I didn’t do this.

How can I get in touch with her to interview her? She have a phone?

I don’t know. But she still stays in that building last I heard.

Okay, any questions?

What are my chances? Am I going home?

No.

No, just like that?

Be realistic, please, everything I just told you.

So what’s my 180.80 date then?

Well you were arrested yesterday, Wednesday, so next Tuesday.

She needs to come to court that day or else they’ll release me right?

Pretty much true. They need an indictment that day or else they have to release you, yeah. There’s one exception but—

Let them know I’m going in the grand jury too.

Look my feeling is it would not be a great idea for you to testify in the grand jury.

Why do you say that? I’m innocent.

Well foremost the grand jurors are going to hear about your record in a way your trial jury never would and for that reason alone there’s no way they’ll dismiss the case. As a result the only thing you’re going to accomplish is to give the DA an early version of your story.

I don’t care what version they get because it’s the truth. So there.

Maybe so but that’ll be small consolation when you get indicted.

Unbelievable.

Listen we don’t have to decide anything right now. I’ll serve cross and we’ll discuss it next court date when we have more time and when I’ll know more about the case. Deal?

Okay but I’m testifying.

All right. I’ll talk to the DA before your next court date to see what they’re offering.

I’m not taking anything!

Well then just to satisfy my curiosity okay? Any other questions before we go in front of the judge.

Just that I’m innocent.

Okay.

I know you seen my record and I
have
committed felonies. The robbery was a way to get money and I know it was stupid. The manslaughter? Fine, that was a fight and I cut him. All that was before I found the Lord by the way. Before. But this? This would be like pure evil to have done something like this to someone like that and I’m not evil. I am not a person who traffics in evil, dig? So you have to believe I’m innocent.

Okay.

I mean it. You have to!

I believe you.

No for real don’t just say it. You have to believe I’m innocent.

See you in front of the judge.

Wait a minute. I mean it man! I need a lawyer who believes in my innocence. You have to believe that to do this case.

You’re wrong I don’t, I just don’t. It’s not going to make me work harder on your case like in some stupid movie and it’s certainly not going to make it more likely that you walk. In fact, if you really are innocent then it’s probably going to hurt you and your case more than anything because, for one thing, I would probably be so distracted by the novelty of the situation I’d be rendered ineffective and, for another, your innocence might mean your devilish theory is true in which case we’d really be screwed because from where I’m sitting the devil appears be pretty effective, certainly more so than the average DA. So stop, I beg.

I want another lawyer.

One’s enough and if you mean a different one then that request is denied as well so just chill as much as possible for someone facing the rest of their life in jail and let me handle it. I know what I’m doing, although admittedly only in this severely limited area. Agreed?

All right.

Anything else?

No.

Good Darril, now kindly step out so I can interview the next.

Ah Chut. AH CHUT!

Bless you motherfucker! Ha ha!

Mr. Chut?

Yeh.

Is that you? Are you Ah Chut?

Yeh.

Here’s my card I’m going to be your attorney. Do you speak English?

Nuh.

Cantonese? Mandarin?

Cantonese yeh Cantonese!

Well . . . okay . . . were you selling batteries on the subway?

Yeh. Wuh?

You sell battery subway?

Cantonese.

No, I know but there’s no interpreter and I want to get you out of jail.

Yuh.

You sell battery on subway yes?