Leo's Manifesto Part II (in front of the coffee machine at the White Hen Pantry at Roosevelt Road and Halsted Avenue)

Yeah, in this line of work, you see the ugly things people do.
Leo’s seen people say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, then he hadda bust them for stuffing their pockets. Leo says he’s had people come in with children and leave them in the store. And hookers? Forget it. Too many to count in that neighborhood. But they need money, so Leo says, who is he to judge? Then the time a man comes in with a girl. She looked just like him, so at first Leo didn’t think anything of it. She just kept looking at him while her father paid for their stuff—cough syrup, Vivarin, cigarette papers, potato chips, pops, and candy. The girl kept looking at Leo. She couldn’t have been more than eight or so. To this day, Leo kicks himself for being so slow. Leo says, guess what they say about Polocks is true. Leo says that’s a joke. (Ha, ha, ha.) But he hates the fact that he didn’t get it until they were leaving the store and the little girl starts crying. Silently, but she was crying. Then Leo thought about the flyers in the restroom. He went back to look—it was her and her father. Leo remembers the name—Oscar Rubio. The girl was Lisa Andrade. Leo called the cops, but it was too late. Leo says he remembers their names because he looked at the poster for weeks after. They were gone when he went back out to the front. Leo says he never heard anything about whether they found them. It bothered him for a long time after. Leo says he knows what it’s like as a man to want to see your kid, but Christ, the girl was crying. Didn’t that creep see that?