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didn’t know them.” Lenora shrugged. “Lots of bodies, though, more than most.”
    â€œYeah,” he said it easily, as if the knowledge were no big deal to him.
    Lenora looked at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. But his gangsta mask was in place now; there was no reading the facial expression or those deep black eyes. His nonchalance eased her tongue—he didn’t seem worried about it, so she kept talking. Lenora figured that since it was Crown’s place, Detrick would know about it sooner or later, anyway.
    â€œYeah, couple of ’em was killed execution-style. One’s neck was slit. It was all fucked up. Those motherfuckers raped this girl, though, so I ain’t have no pity on none of them.”
    â€œWhat?” Detrick stared at her. “You found a dead girl up in there?”
    â€œI guess you could say that.” Lenora wiped at her eyes. “She was pretty. Light-brown, brown eyes. Long weave, professionally done. At least six hundred for the hair and all. They had her handcuffed to the bed.”
    â€œDamn.” Detrick looked straight ahead. “What the fuck—”
    â€œTandra didn’t think she had been raped. I don’t know what was with Tandy; you could tell the chick had been fucked up, Detrick. Blood was everywhereon her. She looked so fucked up, I couldn’t believe it.” Lenora’s eyes watered. “I have seen some shit in my life, but I ain’t never seen nothing like that. Tandy wanted to dismiss it, just cuz the girl had track marks on her arms. But even a fiend is somebody’s momma or daughter or something. I tried to ask the chick what had happened—”
    â€œWait, she was alive?” For the first time, his mask was gone, replaced with a look of panic. “I thought you said she was dead.”
    â€œHuh?” Lenora felt her heart dropped. She had said too much. Way too much.
    Detrick pressed, his hands clenched Lenora’s thigh. “What she look like, again?”
    â€œNormal. I mean pretty.”
    â€œLong hair. Tracks on her arms. A tattoo on her wrist?”
    Lenora blinked.
    â€œDid she have a tattoo of a bracelet that said—?”
    Lenora could see the tattoo in her mind’s eyes, the beautiful delicate ribbons intertwined with the scripted colored words: “Poetic Justice Reigns Eternal?”
    â€œFuck!” Detrick’s roar sent a chill of panic through Lenora. He was up, off the couch, grabbing his cell phone.
    While he punched numbers in the phone, Lenora ran over to her clothes. She had been sloppy to wear the same clothes over there that she had worn to the scene of the crime. Breeze would kick her ass for that alone. And the thought of putting the clothes back on made her blood curdle. But she couldn’t stay, that much was clear. Detrick was acting like a madman, dialing and texting.
    Detrick dug another phone out of his pants pocket and dialed. “Jose, get at me, man. Call me back as soon as you get this message.” Detrick left another voicemail.
    Lenora strapped her heat back on her thighs.
    â€œDetrick, what’s happening?”
    â€œNora, some shit went down between me and Crown. Me and my men…we are on our, on my own. I don’t know. I got to make sure that wasn’t my peoples up there.” He left another voice message for another person. “Not my girl.” Detrick’s deep voice was soft and light, like he was talking without oxygen.
    â€œWhat?’ Lenora’s mind felt scrambled. “Your girl?”
    â€œFor real…” His tone rose as if he were completely out of patience with her. “This ain’t even time for that type of shit, Nora.”
    â€œNo, I mean, you think Crown would do this to you—to your crew?”
    Detrick didn’t answer. He gave her a look that told her she was still the naïve little girl that he always teased her about being.
    Detrick scrambled