“I’ve never met anyone like you before.” I said wide eyed and attentive. At first he just stared back, unblinking and dismissive. Finally in a slow almost mumble he said, “ you should be thankful for that.” I knew what Quincy meant, he was not a good person, but he was brilliant. As we sat across the gray metal table from each other, I could see the hand cuffs hold his left arm to the table. I und...