In a county-level city in northern New Jersey, on a highway in the south.
"What do you call an 80-year-old black man? Answer: Vintage farm equipment."
In a rapidly moving SUV, Reesi, wearing a bulletproof vest, sat in the backseat, looking at a post on her computer with a strange expression, and said:
"It's a miracle that Innis Heller is still alive, considering he wasn't killed by black guys in prison back then."
Winslow, sitting next to her, was carefully checking his equipment and casually replied:
"Those black guys all have a talent for comedy. Those jokes might as well have been made up by the blacks in prison."
Reesi shifted her gaze from her computer and glanced at Winslow, laughing:
"Your hell joke isn't bad either."
"???"
Winslow paused in his actions and looked at Reesi with a puzzled face. Reesi chuckled and whispered:
"You mean to say that the prison is full of black people, right?"
"..."
