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attractive. Actually, he was finer today than I’d ever remembered in the past. He was definitely a smaller version of Malik from the BET show, The Game .
    “What’s up, Javier, it’s been a while?” I greeted him with a hug.
    He smelled so damn good, I could tell how sexually frustrated I was after getting a slight tingle between my thighs.
    “Hey, Marisol. Damn, Ma, you lookin’ good as usual,” he flirted in his New York accent.
    “I see you’ve either been in the gym or you’re on a crack diet,” I joked.
    “Real funny, I see you still a jokester. I’ve been takin’ care of myself eatin’ right, that’s all.”
    “Well, whatever you’re doing your ass could definitely bottle it up and sell it. Shit, it looks like you lost a good fifty pounds. It looks good on you though.”
    “Thanks. That means a lot comin’ from you.”
    Growing up, Javier always had a crush on me, but since we were like family he never acted on it. We made our way to the bar area, grabbed a high cocktail table, and ordered drinks.
    “So, Javier, what’s up?” I got right to the point. We’d already spent enough time bullshitting.
    “The first thing I wanted to talk to you about is Jade. What happened?”
    “Javier, if Jade sent you here to try and talk to me, you’re wasting your time. I haven’t heard from her in months. And I don’t…”
    He instantly cut me off. “Yo’ Marisol, my sister is dead! That’s what I’m here to talk to you about. This ain’t about business, this shit is personal.”
    My mouth flew open. “What do you mean she’s dead? What happened? When?”
    “Her body was found in a vacant buildin’ in West Baltimore a few weeks ago. Well, actually her remains were found.”
    “A few weeks ago? Why didn’t you tell me this sooner? Why are you just telling me this now?” I immediately felt bad about allperson shit I’d been talking about her.
    “Marisol, I’ve been tryin’ to call you ever since Jade went missin’, but you never hit me back. The last time anybody saw her was right before your husband’s memorial service.”
    “Oh my God, are you serious?” I questioned in disbelief.
    “Yeah. At first the fam wasn’t that worried because Jade was known to disappear wit’ dudes on a regular basis, especially after she met that nigga, Rich. But after a week or so went by, and she still hadn’t called my mom, that’s when we started to get concerned,” Javier replied. “I tried to call you right after they found her remains. I even tried a few times after her private funeral last Saturday, but again you didn’t answer. You’re one hard woman to get in touch wit’. This ain’t some shit you just leave on a voicemail.”
    “I’m so sorry, Javier. I’ve been dealing with a lot since Carlos died, so that was probably why I never answered. I can’t believe this.”
    “Me either. I’m still in shock.”
    “Do you all have any leads on what happened?” I asked.
    “Well, that’s why I’m here. The autopsy showed that Jade was shot in her mouth wit’ a .45, so we at least know how she died. I just need to know who did that shit. After Carlos’ memorial she called me hysterical. She said that she feared for her life.”
    “For what?”
    “Apparently Jade had somethin’ on Rich, but she wouldn’t tell me what it was. That shit had her shook though. I mean Marisol I’d never seen that side of my sister before. You know how she was. She was never scared of anybody, but ever since she started datin’ Rich, she hadn’t been the same. She started actin’ weird. I need answers. My sister was all I had. Man, I swear if Rich had somethin’ to do wit’ my sister bein’ murdered, I swear…” Javier explained.
    “Okay, let’s not jump to any conclusions yet, Javier. I’m tired of all these empty accusations. Holler at me when you got some concrete proof,” I said, then attempted to get up from the table.
    “Well, maybe this is the evidence you need. Jade gave me this