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She blew out a breath. “You can’t kill her if you don’t know if she’s the client!”
“Oh, I know.” I held up my phone. “Fifty thousand dollars was wired from an account under a different name but easily linked to her by Memphis’s hacker chick. It was wired to Agnes Owney Enterprises, the same company that pays me. It’s a shell company, of course.”
Her mouth fell open. “W-what?”
I nodded. “I’m sorry, baby. I know you feel some kind of way about her having mental issues, but?—”
She shook her head, dropping to sit on our bed behind her. Her eyes were unfocused on me as she frowned and muttered, “For Marlon? She wanted to have me killed so she could have Marlon?”
“Stranger shit has happened, and people kill for less.”
“I…I still would like to know, to understand…”
I squatted in front of her. “You want closure?”
She shook her head, tears now flooding her cheeks. “No, not closure. I just want to know what led her to this, why she would believe my death would be the answer.”
I nodded. “If it will make you feel better, I’ll ask her, take a video of her answering. It won’t do you any good to meet her. You’ll only have that meeting in your head for the rest of your life, knowing that was the last conversation she had because I ain’t discussing shit with her. Like I said, I’ll take it all. I can handle it. I know you can’t.”
She nodded and fell against me as I reached up and hugged her. Thirty minutes later, Memphis was pulling through the gate. Five minutes after that, she and I left to take care of Felice Archer with the Gutierrez twins as our backup.
“The twins been with you for a good minute, huh?” Memphis asked as we made our way to Marlon’s house, where Felice now resided.
The twins had confirmed Marlon was working late, an audit or something. That gave us a couple of hours at most to get the job done unless we wanted to push it. Then again, two for the price of one sounded fine to me.
“Yeah, they’ve had my back for about five years now. I see you still rocking with Jerryn,” I replied.
“You remember him? You acted like you didn’t know him at Daddy’s party.”
“What was I supposed to say when you introduced us? ‘Yeah, I know you be helping B329 when she be killing muhfuckas?’”
“I see your point.”
“Thank you. Damn.”
I pulled onto an unkempt county access road that backed up to Marlon’s neighborhood, one of those HOA-regulated mini mansion subdivisions.
“I gotta park in these trees, so be careful when you get out. It’s exposed roots all over the place,” I said.
Memphis nodded, and seconds later, we were on foot, both in our black uniforms, navigating our way through trees and over underbrush until we reached what I knew to be the back fence to Marlon Archer’s property.
I checked the video feeds from inside the house. “Still all good. She’s alone, in bed,” I whispered.
“You checked the garage?” Memphis whispered in reply. “I don’t like surprises.”
I held up my phone for her to see the feed from the garage. “Come on now, who trained me?”
She shrugged. “Thought maybe you’d forgotten.”
“You think the top killer at The Agency would forget some shit like that?”
She rolled her eyes. “Let’s go. You gon’ have to hoist me over this fence.”
“Shidddd, I bet I won’t.”
She glared at me.
With a smile, I informed her, “There’s a huge-ass gap right down there at the left corner. Asshole is too cheap to get it fixed.”
