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She trailed off and kept licking her ice cream.

She did that until we walked into my apartment, and I procured her a spoon.

She went to town on her carton of ice cream, and I started a load of laundry as she took a look around my place.

A lot of my stuff was in storage.

With me building a house, I’d decided not to renew my lease. So the only thing that I really had left since that lease was up at the end of the month was my bed, washer and dryer, and kitchen utensils.

I was just finishing up when she carefully set her ice cream down, then looked at me with wide eyes.

“That night, at the club, when you forced me to leave?” she whispered.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“That was the night I saw that woman. She was talking to Taite when Alana El Dorado walked up,” she said. “That’s where I know her from. She was dressed in a black number that night. Very sparkly. I thought it was the cutest dress ever, so I made note of it. And she had this long black hair that looked blue in the overhead lighting.”

The whereabouts of the woman leading up to that night had been unaccounted for.

The woman, Cassidy Reins, had no friends. She worked as an actress, had just moved to Dallas for some reason and had zero connections as far as we could tell.

Hell, she didn’t even have a bank here yet.

She did have an apartment, but that’d been so empty it was useless.

“Hot damn.” I grinned. “I’ll look into it.”

So that was what I did.

Leaving her with a kiss on the forehead, I left, ready to ask some questions.

What I found out hours later, at a hotel in downtown Dallas, made my heart race.

Just a few blocks down from the place she was found murdered, she’d spent the night with none other than Taite DeRosa.

And who had happened to catch them? None other than Alana El Dorado.

As I played the security footage from the hotel that night, I watched as the woman left in her running clothes, a look of fear on her face. And twenty minutes later, Alana and Taite followed.

I called my dad at three in the morning, and he answered in two rings. “Son?”

“I have to get on a flight to Kentucky.”

“Kentucky?” he asked. “What’s there?”

I grinned wickedly. “Taite DeRosa. Who is now wanted for questioning in the homicide of Cassidy Reins.”

Having sex without eating pussy is like opening a yogurt and not licking the lid.

—Text from Quincy to Hollis

HOLLIS

“Hey,” I heard Quincy’s deep voice call from the other side of the bed.

I didn’t blink open my eyes, barely even registering him as he had a quiet conversation right next to me.

I was nearly back to sleep when he hung up, rolled over, and placed a kiss on my cheek. “Gotta go.”