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gave me his cell phone number.”
    “I have it. I’ll call him back now. Thanks.”
    “No problem boss.” I smiled at the phone. A tiny part of me liked when she called me that. It was way better than being called Miss Cassandra all the time.
    “I’ll see you later.” I hung up, scrolled through my contacts and hit another number. Hamilton answered on the second ring.
    “It’s me. What’s up?”
    “Ah Cassandra, so good of you to call back so quickly,” his voice all charm and politeness.
    “Yeah, I’m prompt. What do you want?”
    “Straight to the point?” He questioned.
    “That’s the way I like it.”
    “I’ve got a dead guy that I want you to come take a look at.” I groaned loudly. Why didn’t people ever want me to come look at a box of fluffy puppies? Fluffy puppies I’d go see, no questions asked.
    “Where?” He gave me an address that I scrawled on the back of a business card with an eyeliner pencil. “I don’t know that area well and I’m out of town. It might take me a half hour to get to you. I need to call a cab.”
    “I could send someone to get you. Where are you?” I looked back inside at the lights and the warm scene, then turned my eyes back to the dark.
    “LeBron’s wedding. Rourke and Ben are here. I don’t want them to see a squad car. They’ll get suspicious. I’ll get a cab.”
    “I’ll take you,” came a voice from behind me. I turned and saw DJ standing against the wall in the darker shadows, next to the building.
    “Who was that?”
    “Never you mind,” I told Hamilton. “I’ll be there soon.” I hung up. DJ walked towards me a little menacingly, snatched the card from my hand and read the address.
    “I know where this is. We’ll take my car.” I didn’t argue because I didn’t have enough cash for a cab anyway.
    “Alright, let me just tell LeBron goodbye.”

Chapter Two
    The house I was called to couldn’t be seen from the road. We were stopped at the mouth of a winding drive by two uniformed officers who were more than a little cold. I leaned out my window to show them my identification and waited while they radioed up to the house. These days you can’t always just trust a badge. People can make them in their basements with just a computer and a laminator. Also, some city police had problems with paranormal or private investigators snooping around their crime scenes. I prided myself on the fact that, nine times out of ten, I was invited to join the party.
    DJ sat behing the wheel, one hand on it and the other tapping the gear stick as the jeep idled. The radio buzzed and we were waved through. DJ pulled forward, taking the drive up to the house at a Dukes of Hazzard speed, expecting to skid in when we reached the end. The frontage was lit up by a bright porch light and the silent flashing beams of squad car lights. Someone should tell them that leaving the lights on drains the battery.
    The house was a grandiose victorian, red brick with high arched windows and a large, white porch with corithian columns. He pulled up level with the porch, spraying gravel.
    “Thank you for dropping me off.”
    “I’ll wait for you,” he said putting on the hand brake and turning the engine off. I placed my hand over.
    “I don’t know how long this will take. Go back to the wedding.” He looked at me levelly. The look men give when they think a woman is silly. I get this look a lot and recognized it.
    “And how will you get home?” I opened my mouth, then closed it. He turned his hand under mine and the engine cut out. He looked at my hand still over his. I started pulling it away, but he grabbed it and held it with both of his.
    “Don’t pull away. That’s the longest you’ve touched me since I declared my intentions.” I had the strength to pull my hand back and forced him to either let me go or hurt me to keep hold of me. He didn’t fight me.
    “We were friends before this.” He looked wounded and I was abruptly tired with his attitude. I