How is it?' said Detective Bo Green, back in the box. 'Taste good,' said William Tyree, placing the can of soda on the table.

'Cold enough for you?'

'It's good.'

In the darkness of the video room, Anthony Antonelli grunted in disgust. 'Fucknuts thinks he's in a restaurant.'

'Bo's just making him comfortable,' said Ramone.

Green shifted his weight in his chair. 'You feel all right, William?'

'Not so bad.'

'You still high?'

'I been high for a day.' Tyree shook his head in self-disgust.

'When did you get first get high yesterday?'

'Before I got on the bus.'

'You took the bus to…'

'Jackie's.'

'How much crack had you smoked? You remember?'

'I don't know. But it musta hit me good. I was upset to begin with. The rock made me feel, you know, fierce inside.'

'What were you upset about, William?'

'Every goddamn thing. I got laid off from my job a year ago. I was a driver for a linen service, you know, one of those companies that deliver uniforms, tablecloths to restaurants, and stuff. I been havin trouble finding a job since I lost that one. It's hard out there.'

'I know it is.'

'It damn sure is. And then, to lose my wife and kids on top of that. I mean, I'm an honest man, Detective. I ain't never been in trouble in my life.'

'I know your family. You come from good people.'

'I never even messed with no drugs before my luck turned bad. A little marijuana, maybe.'

'That ain't no thing.'

'And then my wife goes and takes up with a low-ass criminal. Man sleepin in my bed, telling my kids what to say and do… telling them to shut their mouths and show respect. To him.'

'It bothered you.'

'Shit. Wouldn't it bother you?'

'It would,' said Green, giving him that. 'So you smoked some crack yesterday and you went to see your ex-wife.'

'She was still my wife. We ain't had no divorce proceedings yet.'

'My mistake. I got some bad information.'

'We were still married. And I was just… I was angry, Detective. I'm sayin my head was on fire when I left out the house.'

'Did you take anything with you when you left?'

Tyree nodded. 'A knife. You know, that knife I told you about.'

'The one you put in the Safeway bag.'

'Uh-huh. I snatched it up off the counter before I tipped out.'

'You carried it on the Metrobus.'

'It was inside my shirt.'

'And then you walked up Cedar Street with the knife in your shirt and you went to your wife's apartment.' When Tyree nodded again, Green said, 'You knocked on the door, right? Or did you have a key?'

'I knocked. She asked who it was, and I told her it was me. She said she was busy and couldn't see me right then, and asked me to go away. I said I just wanted to talk to her for a minute, and she opened the door. I went inside.'

'Did you say anything else to her when you went inside?'

In the video room, Antonelli said, 'No, I just fucking murdered her ass.'

'What did you do when you went inside, William?' said Green.

'She was unloading groceries and stuff. I followed her over to where the groceries were at, by the eating table.'

'And what did you do when you got there?'

Ramone leaned forward.

'I don't remember,' said Tyree.

Rhonda Willis entered the video room. To Ramone she said, 'Gene found the Safeway bag in the Dumpster. The clothes and the knife are inside it.'

Ramone did not feel elation of any kind. 'Tell Bo,' he said.

Ramone and Antonelli watched the monitor as Green's head turned at the sound of a knock. The door opened, and Rhonda came half through it to tell Green he had a call he should probably take.

Before Green left the interrogation room, he looked at his watch, then up at the camera, and said, 'Four thirty-two.'

He returned several minutes later, stated the time the same way, and took a seat across the table from William Tyree. Tyree was now smoking a cigarette.

'You all right?' said Green.

'Yes.'

'Need another soda, somethin?'

'I still got some.'

'Okay, then,' said Green. 'Let's go back to your wife's apartment yesterday. After you went inside, you followed her over there to the eating table. What happened next?'

'It's like I said: I don't remember.'

'William.'

'I'm telling you straight.'

'Look at me, William.'

Tyree looked into the big soulful eyes of Detective Bo Green. They were caring eyes, the eyes of a man who had run the same streets and walked the halls of Ballou High School, just like Tyree had done. A man who had come up in a strong family, just like him. Who had listened to Trouble Funk and Rare Essence and Backyard, and seen all those go-go bands play for free at Fort Dupont Park, just like him, when both of them had been young men. A man who was not all that different from Tyree, who Tyree could trust to do him right.

'What did you do with the knife when you followed Jackie over to that table?'

Tyree did not answer.

'We have the knife,' said Green without any tone of threat or malice. 'We have the clothes you were wearing. You know the blood on the clothing and the knife is going to match your wife's blood. And the skin under your wife's fingernails is gonna be the same skin got took off your face, from that cut you got right there. So William, why don't we get this done?'

'Detective, I don't remember.'

'Did you use the knife we found in the bag to stab your wife, William?'

Tyree made a clucking sound with his tongue. His eyes were heavy with tears. 'If you say I did, then I guess I did.'

'You guess you did or you did?'

Tyree nodded. 'I did.'

'You did what?'

'I stabbed Jackie with that knife.'

Green sat back and folded his hands on his ample belly. Tyree dragged on his cigarette and tapped its ash into a heavy piece of foil.

'I gotta hand it to Bo,' said Antonelli. 'He's good with them hootleheads.'

Ramone said nothing.

Ramone and Antonelli watched and listened as William Tyree told the rest of the story. After stabbing his wife, he had taken her car and, using all the cash in her wallet, bought more crack. He then proceeded to smoke it in various pockets of Southeast. He didn't eat or sleep all night. He rented Jackie's car out to two different men. He used her credit card to buy gas for the hack and also for cash advances to buy more rock. He stayed high and without a plan, except to wait for the police, who he knew would eventually come. He had never done anything remotely criminal before on the violent end and had no knowledge of the underground. He didn't know how to hide. And if he were to run, he could think of no place to go.

When Tyree was talked out, Green asked him to stand and remove his belt and shoelaces. Tyree complied, then sat back down in his chair. He cried a little, and afterward wiped the tears off his face with the back of his hand.

'You all right?' said Green.

'I'm tired,' said Tyree very softly. 'I don't wanna be here no more.'

'No shit,' said Antonelli. 'You shoulda thought of that before you killed her.'

Ramone did not comment. He knew that Tyree was not speaking about being held in the box. He was saying that he didn't want to be in this world any longer. Green had sensed it, too. It was why he had taken Tyree's shoelaces and belt.

'You want a sandwich, somethin?' said Green.

'Nah.'

'I can go to Subway.'

'I'm good.'

Green looked at his watch, then up at the camera, and said, 'Five thirteen.' He walked from the interrogation room as Tyree reached for a cigarette.

Ramone's eyes thanked Green as he came out of the box. The two of them and Rhonda Willis walked to their cubicles, situated in a kind of triangle. They were senior detectives in the unit and friends.