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told, he didn’t have to act .
    At the same time, his mind spun with questions, theories, and…lies.
    Had he been the last person to see Kendra alive?
    â€œAll right, Dubois.” Lieutenant Phelps spread photos of the decimated hand across the scarred wooden table. “Do you recognize this woman?”
    Antwaun forced himself to remain calm. He hadn’t yet requested legal representation, but he would if needed. For now, he schooled his reactions. He didn’t want to antagonize his superior, and calling in his union rep or a lawyer would do that. So would being a smart-ass. He’d had that lesson pounded into him in the military more times than he could count.
    â€œIt’s a hand, Lieutenant. A very decomposed one at that,” he said quietly. “I can’t say with any certainty that I know who it belonged to, not without forensic reports.” He paused, leaned back in his chair. Knew his brothers were watching from the other side of the two-way glass. If ever he’d wanted to impress them by being cool and professional, it was now.
    But sweat rolled down his back, soaking his shirt and making it stick to the cheap vinyl chair. A droplet tickled his scalp, slowly making its way down his crown. The next thing he knew it would be trickling down into his eye. He’d wipe it, the cops would see that he was nervous, then they’d pounce like vultures hunting prey. Even aware of the goddamn drill, he still couldn’t stop the flow of nervous energy seeping through his veins.
    â€œWho do you think this woman is? And do you have proof?” Antwaun asked.
    â€œWe checked fingerprints. Her name is Kendra Yates,” Lieutenant Phelps said with no inflection in his voice. “We also know that you and she dated. That the ring on the finger of the woman’s hand we found was bought by you.”
    Antwaun schooled his reaction. They’d done their homework, and very quickly. “So. I haven’t seen her in months.”
    â€œYou were working undercover at the time?”
    He nodded. “I thought she might have a connection to Karl Swafford.”
    â€œAnd what had you discovered about him?”
    This was all in his report, but again, he wrestled his anger under control. He had to go through the motions. “Since Katrina, Karl Swafford has spent millions of dollars rebuilding the casinos. He was being investigated for possible connections to the mob, embezzlement, money laundering and murder.”
    â€œYou suspected Miss Yates was involved with him?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œWhat made you suspect they had a relationship?”
    Antwaun hesitated. Kendra had no idea how he’d first seen her. What he’d thought. “I was doing surveillance on Swafford. I saw her in bed with the man.” In fact, he’d watched her perform a very seductive strip show for the bastard. Had seen her give Swafford a blow job that had made Antwaun want her mouth wrapped around him. Then he’d watched Swafford run his fingers over her naked body, throw her down on the bed and bang her with such force that Antwaun had nearly ground his molars down to nubs with envy…and disgust.
    When Swafford had crawled off her, he’d noticed the tears in Kendra’s eyes. He’d never quite understood them, but that one glimpse of her vulnerability had twisted at heartstrings he hadn’t even known he possessed.
    But he was all about the job, and like a good cop, he’d cozied up to her to use her.
    Then he’d been the recipient of that mouth, and he’d fallen in love.
    No, lust. He might have mistaken the two a couple of times, but never again.
    â€œYou began seeing Miss Yates, hoping she’d squeal on Swafford?”
    He nodded. He’d thought he could seduce her into talking. “But it didn’t pan out. Turns out she was just a dancer who hooked up with him one night.”
    The lieutenant exchanged a querulous look with the