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advice. “Tiberious Jones, don’t start with me. Anyway . . . why did you call?”
    â€œA few tips have come in about your personal project.”
    He referred to the mysterious postcard I received the day after Devon’s homegoing celebration. Someone had sent me a box of roses. The note card attached to it was a picture of Bella and me at Devon’s funeral. On the back there was a note, more like a question. Do you still love me? When I read the question, the first thing that came to my mind was Gabe, Bella’s father. He was dead and those were his last words to me before he was murdered. I don’t believe in coincidences. Therefore, the card had creeped me out so bad I fainted. Whitney found me on the doorstep. I gave her some lame excuse about me being exhausted. She bought it and I called Tiger about the card. We had been scrubbing the streets for answers. I even put up money to give to tipsters who could give us solid leads. Unfortunately, all of them had led nowhere and my budget for more tips ran out last month.
    I leaned back on the couch. “You know what, Tiger? I don’t want to deal with this today. In fact, I think I should let it go. It’s been months and nothing. Whoever sent the flowers is ghost, too. I think it was a prank, some disgruntled skip I sent back to jail, trying to scare me. Let’s just hang this whole thing up.”
    â€œAngel Soft, you received three tips today from different people saying the same thing.”
    I perked up and sat up. “What was it?”
    â€œSome girl named Marlo made the postcard.”
    â€œDo they know who she made it for?”
    â€œNope. She does wedding invitations and fancy paper stuff for a few event planners and businesses around town. Who knows? All I can say for sure is she made it.”
    â€œSo why hadn’t she called me then?” I shook my head. “Nope. Sounds like another crazy dead end to me.”
    â€œShe read about you in the paper and got scared. Now that’s funny.” He chuckled. “You’ve managed to get more of a bad-girl reputation since helping your sister.” He laughed even harder.
    â€œNot funny.” I checked my watch and stood up. We needed to get out of here if we were going to make the show on time. “Text me the deets on this Marlo chick.”
    â€œI’m going to do you one better. She’s night manager at Grits Draft House tonight. Let’s roll up there and talk with her.”
    Grits Draft House ? That’s the same place Rosary talked about when I was looking for Cesar.
    â€œI can’t see her tonight. It’s Bella’s birthday. I promised quality time with her.”
    â€œGirl, you’re full of it. ’Cause if that was the case, Justus wouldn’t be tagging along.” He scoffed.
    â€œGet used to Justus in my life. Okay?”
    â€œOh, it’s like that?” he asked. His voice had raised an octave.
    â€œIt’s like that, so tonight is out.”
    â€œYou know good and well we can go there tonight. You can drop Bella at Ava’s early instead of Saturday morning and get Justus back to Sugar Hill before he turns into a pumpkin.”
    â€œHa ha . . .” Then I thought about what he had just said. “What do you know about Bella’s birthday party tomorrow anyway?”
    â€œYour sister and I are friendly now. She tells me things.” His voice softened a little.
    I threw my head back. “Oh God.”
    â€œWhat’s wrong with that?” I heard the frown in his voice.
    â€œLeave my sister alone, Tiger.”
    â€œOnly if you leave Reverend Romance alone first.”
    â€œSounds like you’re jealous.”
    â€œNope, just trying to save you from heartache.”
    â€œAnd I’m doing the same for you.” I began walking toward the foyer. “You don’t know my sister like I do.”
    â€œFor the sake of our friendship, let’s just get back on