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    â€œFriend got a name?”
    â€œAmara, her name is Amara.” Tavious then lit up a smoke.
    â€œDoesn’t look like she’s home to me,” I told him.
    â€œOh, she’s there. She’s there,” Tavious said, without saying anything else.
    After a few minutes of looking up at the house in silence I asked him, “So, what is this friend to you, and why does she have your money?”
    â€œWe go way back,” he said. “Known her since we were eighteen, nineteen years old. She was my right hand when I was deep into the drug game, man. I could trust her with my life,” Tavious remembered.
    I didn’t respond, because it seemed as though Tavious wanted to open up about something, and I thought the sooner he did it would be better for both of us so I could get back to Lauren. There was no doubt in my mind she would be waiting for me as soon as I hit the door.
    â€œThere wasn’t a time that I didn’t trust her,” Tavious mentions.
    â€œThat good of a friend, huh?”
    â€œYeah, the best,” he said. “All the way up to me getting snagged on that possession charge that got me that twenty-year bid.”
    Mrs. Bullock never did explain the details of his drug charge conviction and I often wondered what the whole deal was about. I knew for a fact that Tavious wasn’t a killer because she told me that much, but the twenty-year sentence that he endured always did give me pause. “So, how’d you end up doing twenty?” I asked him. There was still no type of movement in the house.
    â€œFound with over sixty pounds of weed on me, coming back from Miami,” he said. “But what did me in was the Feds. They waited until I was right in front of a school around the corner from my spot to pull me over. Got me with intent to distribute within a thousand yards of a school on a Saturday night, around two in the morning,” he reflected. “The only good thing about that night was that Amara went with me to Miami to pick up our money and re-up. We decided to split up and ride different buses back here. Her duffle bag was the one packed with the two million dollars,” he explained.
    Things were beginning to make sense to me. “So, you did twenty locked up knowing you had two million out on the streets waiting for you?”
    Tavious shook his head yes.
    â€œAnd how long you been out?”
    â€œDamn near three months,” he said.
    â€œWell, if this Amara is such a good friend, why don’t you just knock on the door and get it?”
    Tavious looked at the house, then took a swipe at his face, then looked at me. “’Cause she’s dead, man. She’s inside that house, dead.”

Chapter 6
    When I heard the word “dead” I sat up from underneath the wheel of the car, looked up the street, then into my rearview mirrors for any sign of the police. In my world, a corpse in a house means nothing but police. “What do you mean, dead?”
    â€œDead, man. Amara’s in that house dead,” he made clear.
    Fuckin’ unbelievable what I was hearing from Tavious. I got out my car and looked behind it and down the street as far as I could see without any reflective help. Tavious even asked me what I was doing. When I was sure not a soul was watching the house or us, I got back into the car. “How do you know she’s dead?”
    Tavious exhaled to a point where I knew he didn’t want to explain. “Look, when I first got out of the pen, after I got something to eat, this was my first stop. I knocked on the door, waited—no answer. So I walked in. I looked around the house and found her inside. Her body was still warm.”
    I just about had my bearings back. I asked him, “You sure she was dead?”
    Tavious looked at me stern. “I’m sure, man, she was dead. Not moving, not breathing, dead, man. Blood was everywhere.” He paused. “I only looked around for