“No use!” he repeats, hustling to keep up with Jake. “They read the Bible? Because God ain’t a snitch, okay, God already sees. Sees everything! They say God is love. Not sex. Ain’t nobody ever give me any love, you understand? I’ve had sex, that ain’t love, brother. And you see them with kids–you think that’s love? Huh? That’s repentance! Dependence! That’s just it!”

Jake smiles a little and tries not to make eye contact. The man’s missing teeth and he’s smoking, predictably, but what’s unnerving is his khakis: clean and neatly pressed, with the look of an expensive brand.