Monday, May 3, 2010  Baby Bear by Josh Converse  For his own
safety, the police led him out. Jeers erupted from the stands.
“Way to go, asshole!”  “You fuckin’ idiot!”  “G’wan! Get the
fuck outta here!”  Beer and ice and peanuts and Cracker Jack
rained down as he descended the staircase. At the bottom, a
camera swung in his direction. The spotlight blinded him. He
held his jacket in front of his face. Everything sank.  A drunk
took a swing at him. Event security wrapped the man up.  “You
stupid fuck!”  A cop leaned in, grinning.  “How’s it feel to be
a celebrity?”  Not so good.   Communications stopped. Ajza slept
in the van for three nights.  The first night, no word. That
meant they had Yuri.  Nothing the second night, either. They had
Sergei.  Night three, nothing. They had everyone.  Everyone but
her.  She drove the Econoline out at three in the morning. In
back, Baby Bear slept. Ajza came to complete stops at
intersections, signaled turns and lane changes, took curves at
posted speed. By the time the su