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"Pretty good."
"So you know science shit? Chemistry and physics and everything?"
This line of questioning wasn't at all like that of the two Lats', the ones who'd tried to extort him. It seemed like Johnson was really interested. "Some things. Yeah."
Then the big guy asked, "So you know howta make bombs. One big enough to blow that motherfucking wall down."
"I . . ." Heart thudding again, harder than before. "Well--"
Antwon Johnson laughed. "Fuckin' wit' you, man."
"I--"
"Fuckin'. Wit. You."
"Oh." Arthur laughed and wondered if his heart would explode right at this moment or would wait till later. He hadn't gotten all of his father's genes, but had the faulty cardiac messages been included in the package?
Mick said something to himself and took an intense interest in his right elbow, scratching it raw.
Both Johnson and Arthur watched him.
Tweaker . . .
Johnson then said, "Yo, yo, Jersey Man, lemme ask you somethin'."
"Sure."
"My momma, she religious, you know what I'm saying? And she tellin' me one time the Bible was right. I mean, all of it was exactly the way that shit was wrote. Okay but listen up: I'm thinking, where's the dinosaurs in the Bible? God created man and woman and earth and rivers and donkeys and snakes an' shit. Why don't it say God created dinosaurs? I mean, I seen their skeletons, you know. So they was real. So whatsa fuckin' truth, man?"
Arthur Rhyme looked at Mick. Then at the nail pounded in the wall. His palms were sweating and he was thinking that, of all the things that could happen to him in jail, he was going to get killed because he took a scientist's moral stand against intelligent design.
Oh, what the fuck?
He said, "It would be against all the known laws of science--laws that have been acknowledged by every advanced civilization on earth--for the earth to be only six thousand years old. It would be like you sprouting wings and flying out that window there."
The man frowned.
I'm dead.
Johnson fixed him with an intense gaze. Then he nodded. "I fuckin' knew it. Didn't make no sense at all, six thousand years. Fuck."
"I can give you the name of a book to read about it. There's this author Richard Dawkins and he--"
"Don' wanna read no fuckin' book. Take yo' word fo' it, Mr. Jersey Man."
Arthur really felt like tapping fists now. But he refrained. He asked, "What's your mother going to say when you tell her?"
The round black face screwed up in astonishment. "I ain' gonna tell her. That'd be fucked up. You never win no arguments 'gainst yo' mother."
Or your father, Arthur said to himself.
Johnson then grew serious. He said, "Yo. Word up you din't do what they busted you fo'."
"Of course not."
"But you got yo' ass collared anyway?"
"Yep."
