The Racketeer

have nothing to lose and a lot to gain. Tell me about the drug trade, how it wrecked your family, how Gene got caught up in it, how it was simply a way of life in these parts, there were no other jobs. You don’t have to name names—I don’t want to get anyone in trouble.” I take a sip and finish off my second beer. “Where was Gene the last time you saw him?”
    “Lying on the ground, hands behind his back, getting handcuffed. Not a single shot had been fired by anyone. The deal was gone, the bust was over. I was handcuffed and led away, then Iheard gunshots. They said Gene tripped an agent and sprinted into the woods. Bullshit. They killed him in cold blood.”
    “You gotta tell me this story, Nathan. You gotta take me back to the scene and reenact it. The world needs to know what the federal government is doing in its war on drugs. It’s taking no prisoners.”
    He takes a deep breath to let the moment pass. I’m talking too much, and too fast, so I spend a few minutes with my sandwich. The waitress asks if we want another round. “Yes, please, for me,” I say, and Nathan quickly follows. He finishes off a wing, licks his fingers, and says, “My family is causing problems right now. That’s why I moved away and came to Radford.”
    I shrug as if this is his problem, not mine, but I’m not surprised. I ask, “If you cooperate, and the rest of your family does not, will that cause more trouble?”
    He laughs and says, “Trouble is the norm with the Cooleys. We are notorious for feuding.”
    “Let’s do this. Let’s sign a one-page agreement, already prepared by my lawyers and in English so plain you don’t need to hire your own lawyers unless you enjoy pissing away money, and the agreement will state that you, Nathan Cooley, will cooperate fully in the making of this documentary film. In return, you’ll be paid a fee of $8,000, which is the minimum required of actors in these projects. From time to time, or whenever you want, you can review the film in progress, and—and this is crucial—if you don’t like what you see, you can walk and I cannot use any of your footage. That’s a pretty fair deal, Nathan.”
    He nods as he searches for loopholes, but Nathan is not the type to analyze things quickly. Plus, the alcohol is urging him on. I suspect he’s drooling over the word “actor.”
    “Eight thousand dollars?” he repeats.
    “Yes, as I said, these are low-budget films. Nobody will make a lot of money.”
    The interesting point here is that I mentioned money beforehe did. I sweeten the deal by adding, “Plus, you’ll get a small piece of the back end.”
    A piece of the back end. Nathan is probably thinking of something else.
    “That means that you’ll get a few bucks if the movie sells some tickets, but don’t expect it,” I say. “You’re not doing this for the money, Nathan. You’re doing it for your brother.”
    The plate in front of him is littered with bones. The waitress brings our third round and removes the scraps. It’s important to keep him talking because I don’t want him thinking.
    “What kind of guy was Gene?” I ask.
    He shakes his head and looks as if he might cry. “My big brother, you know. Our dad disappeared when we were small. Just me and Gene.” He narrates a few stories about their childhood, funny stories about two kids trying to survive. We finish our third beers, order another round, but vow to stop after that.

    At ten the following morning, Nathan and I meet at a coffee shop in Radford. He looks over the contract, asks a few questions, and signs it. I sign as the vice president of Skelter Films and hand over a check for $8,000 drawn on a company bank account in Miami.
    “When do we start?” he asks.
    “Well, Nathan, I’m here and I’m not leaving. The sooner, the better. What about tomorrow morning?”
    “Sure. Where?”
    “I’ve been thinking about that. We’re in southwest Virginia, where mountains are important. In fact, the land here has a lot to do with the story. The remoteness of the mountains and so on. I think I’d like to be outdoors, at first anyway. We can always move around. Do you live in town or in the country?”
    “I’m renting a place just outside town. From the backyard, there’s a nice view of some hills.”
    “Let’s take a look. I’ll be there at ten in the morning with a small crew and we’ll check out the lighting.”
    “Okay. I talked to my mother and she says no way.”
    “Can I talk to