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My entire body tensed. Then, I felt dizzy.

Cash stood. “Sounds like a high dollar neighborhood.”

“It is,” Tito said. “According to the county, the home appraises for twelve million.”

“You know the address?” Cash asked.

I steadied myself against the wall and nodded.

He clapped his hands together. “Put up your toys, Tito.”

“He’s not there right now,” I muttered. “He’s at work.”

“You know this fucker?” he asked.

I nodded. “It’s my ex.”

“Marvin?” he asked snidely. “He lives in a twelve-million-dollar house?”

It was our old home. Instead of explaining, I simply looked at Cash and shrugged. “Yeah.”

“I ain’t looking to get in another jam with you over something, so I guess I need to ask.” He raised his clenched fists to chest height. “Can I whip this motherfucker’s ass?”

“Yes,” I said. “But only after you get my money back.”

He grinned. “What time does he get home?”

“Seven-ish. Maybe seven thirty.”

He looked at his watch. “That’ll be just about enough time to round up the fellas and get inside.”

“The home’s got an alarm,” I said. “You won’t be able to get in.”

Cash’s mouth twisted into a smirk. He looked at Tito. “Text a nine-one-one to the fellas. Tell ‘em to meet at that taco place off the eight-oh-five. The one with that big platter.”

“Does he have any guns in the house?” Tito asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

“Does he carry one?”

“No.”

Tito nodded and then began to type a text.

Cash kissed me lightly. “See you when this is over.”

“Be careful,” I said. “And don’t believe a word he tells you. He’s a pathological liar.”

“He won’t lie to me,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Why’s that?”

“Because,” he said with a sly grin. “I’ll take my lie detector test with me.”

“Oh. Wow. I’m glad you’ve got one of those.”

“Me, too,” he said with a wink. “Never leave home without it.”