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Elise’s odor was strong.
    Elise scanned her grandchildren. “Well . . . somebody want to tell me what’s going on?” Elise was inquisitive and knew something was off, based on the thickness of the tension in the room. “Are you all here because of my daughter passing today? Or is it another matter?”
    “No,” Della responded. “Unfortunately, we’re here because my son is missing, although you and your family have my sincere condolences.” She turned back to Farah. “Before your grandmother arrived, you were saying that you were going to visit Eleanor. Why don’t you go ahead and do that now? And, if you don’t mind, I want her brought back here. I have some questions I want to ask her personally.”
    “I understand,” Farah said in a childlike voice. The woman gave her chills of the worst kind. “But what if she doesn’t want to come back with me?”
    “That’s why I said I can go with you, Farah,” Slade interrupted. “I can make her come with us.”
    “No, no.” She extended her hands. “I know what to do. You and me both know she got a heroin habit. I’ll bribe her back with me. It’ll be fine.”
    “What is going on?” Elise questioned.
    “Not right now, Grandma,” Farah said.
    “What about one of us going with you instead?” Shadow asked. “She don’t have nothing against us. Plus, I don’t want you handling this alone.”
    “I got it.”
    “Somebody want to tell me who the fuck is Eleanor?” Elise interrupted. “And where is Chloe?”
    Everyone cleared their throats but Della.
    “Chloe is hanging out,” Farah said. “And Eleanor is nobody you need to be worried about.”
    Farah dipped into her bedroom, grabbed her coat, and headed back into the living room. She didn’t want her grandmother anywhere near her business. Not to mention they had yet to drop the bomb that Chloe was being held for ransom. “Let me do what I have to and I’ll be right back.”
    She swished past everyone and stole one last look at Slade. She observed his chocolate skin, his tall, built body, and even the scar on the right side of his neck. She was willing to do whatever she could to keep that man. Anything. And that included getting rid of the one person on earth who knew she was a liar.
    On her way out the front door, a black kid with a grin on his face was staring at her. In his hand was a red box with a lid on it. He stuffed it into her hands and yelled, “Message!” before bolting down the hallway.
    She started to run back into the house, remembering the promise Randy made just three days earlier. He said he would kill her, her family, and her father, Ashur. The box could’ve been a bomb or anything.
    But when it fell on the grungy floor and the lid covering it toppled over, out flew a picture of Farah bent down in front of her white Benz. She was crouched over Knox’s bloodied body, with a hand placed firmly on his nose and mouth. Who took this picture? Oh my God. Please don’t let this be happening right now.
    At first she thought one of her friends betrayed her, until she remembered Coconut, Rhonda, and Natasha were all in the car when she tried to kill Knox the first time. They could not have taken the picture personally. Then she thought about her ex-roommate, Lesa Carmine, and her friends Courtney and Lady. They had been in a war for months over who had a right to be in the apartment. But they didn’t know each other at that time, so she reasoned that it couldn’t be them.
    The angle of the photo showed someone had to have taken the picture from the right, outside of the car. Possibly from the building. Maybe it’s Eleanor, she thought . I definitely have to get my hands on that bitch now.
    She was just about to hurry and find her, until she heard the click-clack of Della’s cane from behind. When she turned around and looked up, she was staring down at her.
    “What’s that in your hands?”

Chapter 2
    Randy
    “. . . I’m gonna murder everything you love in life, including