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“And nobody thought that was strange. Can you find him?”

“You think those trucks got something to do with what you found?”

“I don’t know yet. That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

“I can get his number for you.”

“Do that. And don’t tell Meek why I’m asking.”

His eyes came back to mine. “Kyenna–.”

“Grif,” I said.

“Aight.”

When he closed the door, I went back to work, going through everything I had. I had an old capital contribution ledger in front of me that was in Rah’s email. It was sent after his death, so I’m sure he was copied on it and wasn’t supposed to be. It had to be something important on here. My mouth became dry when I ran across the bill-to entity being D12 Entertainment Group for a luxury SUV for the week of Rah’s murder.

“Ain’t no fucking way.”

I stood up from the table and then sat back down. This wasn’t random anymore. A vehicle leased through D12 had been sitting near the road before Rah was murdered. My hands weren’t shaking, but my thoughts were moving too fast. I needed to slow down. A leased SUV near the scene didn’t prove Q was inside it. Maybe somebody else used the vehicle. Shit, maybe the reimbursement had nothing to do with that night. Why was District 12 vehicle anywhere near our compound before Rah was killed? I grabbed my phone, and I scrolled until I got to Averie’s name.

“Ky…slow down and think bitch. Don’t ruin this for Averie until you have proof.”

I promised myself I would go to her if I had something real. This was real enough to scare me, but not enough to destroy her life. Once I said Q’s name and Rah’s murder in the same sentence, she would never be able to unhear it. I needed more. I dialed Lloyd’s number instead.

“Hey, you okay?”

“No…I umm…I think I’m putting the puzzle together and I’m trying to pace myself and not overthink this.”

“I’m glad you called. I was going through a few of Rah’s corporate files that I was about to archive. Weston wasn’t directly represented by me, but his company appeared in several deals connected to the old King entities.”

“I know that already,” I told him.

“Let me finish. There was a restructuring dispute a few months before Rah died. Weston, at least two other investors, and an entity connected to District 12 objected to Rah pulling capital out of the transportation side.”

“You got that in writing?”

“Of course I do.”

“Send it to me, please.”

“Kyenna, you need to get all the context before you jump to conclusions.”

“I’m not stopping, Lloyd. I’m close. Nobody else is giving a damn about this case anymore.”

“I’m not saying stop investigating. I mean stop doing anything else until you give that to law enforcement or somebody who can verify it.”

“And tell them what? Q’s company leased a vehicle that was on the same road? That’s enough for them to ask questions and enough for Q to know I’m looking.”

“Which may be safer than you quietly digging into a man you now suspect participated in your husband’s murder.”

“I don’t suspect him yet.”

“That sentence is bullshit, and you know it,” Lloyd said. “Promise me you won’t confront Q.”

“I’m not confronting anybody today.”

“Today?”