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I told him it would be $150 cash—$50 for the agency fee, $100 for the tip. When I got there, he looked like a cocaine call. A guy about thirty, living by himself in some boring apartment on Park Lane with rented furniture. Motorcycle by the front door. Shorts. Hawaiian shirt. Good body from daily workouts. A great tan. A guy you’d spot at the pool and feel your sap rising. Cute. Real casual. He was the last guy you’d take for a notorious bank robber. But by the time we met, the police later said, Mark had already knocked off at least eight banks, his latest being Plaza National Bank of Dallas in July and the American State Bank of Fort Worth for $65,000 that February. Like a lot of guys, Mark would get a hooker whenever he had money in his pocket. The minute I saw him, smiling at me from his balcony,  I thought, “Not my style.” Dumpy apartments and cocaine—I’ve spent too many years wallowing in both.

We sat on the couch. I told him if he wanted me to stay, I had to collect first. We started making out. He kept going into the bathroom to do more cocaine. After an hour, I got up to go.

“I want you to stay longer,” he said.

“Okay,” I said, “So let’s collect again.”

He was tired. And wired. He kept talking about race car driving. “I spend three thousand dollars a weekend, racing cars,” he said. He showed me some trophies. And he kept doing cocaine. The best thing about him? He didn’t push the coke on me. So he had some manners. Then he started in on his fantasies.

“If I get good enough in racing, it would be really neat if you could come to my races, and we could be in love,” Mark said.

In love? Mark was into this whole fantasy trip. I just said, “Okay.” He told me he liked me. And I said, “Yeah, okay.” A lot of people say that. They go, “Wow, you’ve got a great body. I’m in love.” It’s nothing new to me. I always agree with everything—”Sure, we could live on a desert island, whatever you say.” I’ll go with the fantasy, unless it’s something really morbid.

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