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I’m lying beside Carol in her big bed in her historic house in Old Town, Chicago. I’m convinced that Carol is one of Marge Simpson’s missing sisters. She’s flat on her back, chain-smoking, alternately offering me her thoughts on Legally Blonde, which we are watching, and telling me various sexual acts her boyfriend likes to perform on her. “But you know,” she says in a voice that suggests she had her first cigarette at age six, “I don’t need a man to have an orgasm.” She pauses. “I don’t need a vibrator either. I can just think about it and it happens. It’s a Scorpio thing.”

Just before 3am, Ronald Hood sprints down Red River, the street lamps wobbling into stratified halos with each spongy footfall. The pills make it so he has no idea how fast he’s going, or how far the cops—well, he can hear them shouting still, but they could be right behind him or fifty yards back. Almost lost, or just about to bring him down by his sweat-soaked collar.