Not long after the sun went down, the fat cop showed up and stood at the door to the cell, gesturing at Fresco. Unsure of what to expect, he uncoiled from his seat and limped to the bars. At the same time, the guard, now engrossed in a basketball game, heaved the same sigh he did whenever he was interrupted and hauled himself to his feet, keys jingling.
The door opened and Fresco was free. They never told him why and he didn't bother to ask. He exchanged one look with Joey who shrugged and grinned his terrible grin before they led Fresco away. He felt like he was floating by the time he reached the front desk. A bored uniform, a new one but with the same expression, handed him his backpack and showed him the door.
He found himself standing on the street, breathing fresh air in the cool o
