Chapter XVIISouth Mississippi Correctional Institution
Leakesville, Mississippi
March 23-24, 2012
“Is this her?” Diamond asked, flipping through a stack of photographs. “She's cute.”
“She is. But don't let the pretty smile fool you. My wife is no honeysuckle,” Ace said. He sat up on his bunk, closed the computer science magazine on his lap and looked over at Diamond, who was studying old pictures of his wife and son.
“She was a boxer, right?”
“Yep. The boxer. She retired a world champion, number one on the pound-for-pound list.”
“I'm not sure what that means, but it sounds impressive.” He grabbed another photo, one of Nolan holding up a ratchet and socket with grease all over his little hands, beaming a smile only happy children are capable of doing. A magical moment in time a fathe
