Whenever Chantal Carr saw Marco Polo emerge from jail, she joined up with him, and she could be seen by me telling him that I happened to be when you look at the club, hoping to communicate with him.

Marco Polo is thirty-three, more youthful than their bro by four years, and handsome. Their locks is curly and black, combed right back. He’s got the look of the rich Italian and Latin-American playboys who disco at Regine’s. Standing when you look at the hot sunlight, he had been weeping very nearly uncontrollably while Chantal[…]