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happen, baby? And why didn’t you tell me?”
    His presence made her weak. And now that she knew he cared, she hunched downward and cried softly.
    “We just found out our mother died today,” Mia said, eyes still on Killa. In her opinion, had he not gone sneaking around in their apartment, none of this would’ve happened. “And she’s right. Shit has been in motion ever since.”
    “Are you okay, Farah? Is there anything I can do for you?” He rubbed her arm.
    Yes. Don’t leave me. I’m going to be so bad if you leave me. “No, I’m fine. I just gotta catch my breath, that’s all.”
    “Now everybody has the answer they were waiting on,” Mia said to Della. “So, now that y’all have your answer, can you please leave so we can deal with our loss in private? All this investigation shit is making me sick, and it’s not fair to me or my family.”
    “Not so fast,” Della said, raising her cane slightly. “I want to see this Eleanor person.” She looked at the way Slade held Farah’s hand and was sick to her stomach. She saw his attachment, but she lived a long enough life in the South to know a snake when she saw one. “So where is this Eleanor person, Farah? We can clear all of this up right now.”
    “She’s not too far from here,” Slade advised, remembering how to get to her house. “We can ride up there now.”
    He moved to stand up, and she grabbed his hand. “No!” She paused. “Let me go find her first, since it was me who started this misunderstanding anyway.”
    “But you got too much on your mind right now,” he responded. “Me and my brothers could roll over there.”
    “No doubt,” Major said, eager to break this bitch’s back if she was lying about Knox’s whereabouts.
    “Slade, please let me handle this. I’ll go to where she is and try to find out if she knows something. Plus, if you and your brothers go, you’ll scare her and she might run. You saw the look on her face when we went to her house.”
    He scratched his head and remembered how fearful she looked. “Yeah, she was a little off.”
    “See? So let me take care of this. It’s the least I can do.”
    Before he could respond, there was a knock at the door. Farah knew immediately who it was before she even answered. Slowly she walked toward it anyway and gazed through the peephole. On the other side was her grandmother, Elise, ready to get all up in the business. And she was wearing her blue dress suit with the matching church hat, which meant one thing: she was coming to preach.
    “It’s Grandma,” Farah said to Mia and Shadow.
    “Shit,” Shadow said, wiping his hand over his forehead.
    Farah twisted the knob as she simultaneously tried to think of an excuse to get rid of her. Elise was an embarrassment, and although it was wrong, it was also true.
    The moment the door opened, Elise’s strong body odor threatened to knock everybody into the next decade. Although Elise washed her body every day with scalding hot water, she didn’t use soap due to being stricken with porphyria, so her odor was always overpowering.
    “Hey, Grandma,” Farah whispered, blocking her entrance as if she were waiting for her to pay admission. “Now is not a good time. Can you come back later?”
    Elise pushed past Farah, knocking her off her game. “It’s always a good time for your grandmother.” When she walked farther inside and observed the audience she said, “I didn’t know you had company.” She placed her tattered brown purse on the kitchen counter, along with her church crown. Then she approached the matriarch of the Baker family, Della, who was waiting in the living room with the others. She extended her rough, calloused hand. “My name is Elise Gill, and you are?”
    With a firm shake she said, “Della Baker.” She looked at her sons. “And these are my boys.”
    “Ma’am,” each of the Baker Boys said, nodding one by one at Elise. Della and her boys tried to be respectful and keep straight faces, although