Read by David Mildon
When I first started chasing bail-skippers for George he used to put me with this guy named Fred sometimes. I think he did it partly because he thought we looked funny together. I was nineteen and five-five in my bare feet and weighed maybe one-forty the day after Thanksgiving. Fred was pushing sixty, probably stood six-four or -five and weighed an easy four hundred pounds. I remember when George introduced us he said, “He’s not quick, but he’s steady.” I never knew if he was talking to me or Fred.