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Charmaine.
    “She’s staying with a friend or a relative.
Mrs. Forstall was already scared to be in the house alone
because—”
    “There’s some kind of ghost or something in
the house. Why doesn’t she sell the place? Because she’s full of
bullshit, that’s why.” Darrius sat straight. “Don’t park in the
circular driveway. Pull down the one that leads to the back.”
    Charmaine drove down the side of the house.
She stopped at the end of the driveway. A lovely two story carriage
house sat adjacent to the main house. A Porsche SUV sat in the
three car garage. A tall lamppost threw yellow light across the
rear lawn. Darrius left the backseat first, then waved her out.
    “I’m telling you this is a bad idea. Mrs.
Forstall is scared out of her mind. She might shoot us on sight,”
Charmaine said.
    Darrius handed Charmaine a throw away cell
phone. “She’s here by herself. That alone tells you she ain’t
scared. Loretta is a planner. She killed Shawntelle for a reason,
and I wanna know why. I’ll get us through the back door. Tell her
you’re at the front door. You didn’t want to alarm her, that’s why
you called. Say you found some important evidence.”
    Charmaine made a sudden move at a shuffling
sound to her right. “What was that?”
    “You better not be jumping around while I’m
holding this gun. Now call.” Darrius grabbed Charmaine from behind
and pressed it into her side. Then he took the cell from her. “I
put a silencer on. Point blank will muffle the shot even more.”
    “You… you planning to kill us?” Charmaine
shivered.
    “I’m still working that part out. Now
walk.”
    Darrius used a key to get into the house and
ease them into the kitchen. He disarmed the alarm. Charmaine
fumbled with the phone and tapped the number. Mrs. Forstall
answered on the fourth ring. Though surprised, she seemed relieved
to hear from Charmaine.
    “Silly bitch didn’t even think to change the
code. Now let’s go surprise her.”
    Mrs. Forstall was still at the front door in
the wide foyer when they approached from behind. She stifled a
short yelp and whirled to face them. Then she let out a slow
breath. “Miss Joliet, it’s you thank God. I thought… oh never mind.
But how did you get inside? I don’t understand.”
    Darrius stepped from the shadows still
holding the gun, a second man with him. “Nice to see you again,
Loretta. Let’s go the library.”
     
     
    He Had It Comin’

     
    The heavy drapes in the library closed,
Darrius went about serving himself and his friend Zed a drink. Zed
held a revolver on them as he glanced around. He seemed more
interested in sizing up items he could steal. Charmaine tried to
calm her nerves enough so she could think straight. Hard to do with
two pissed off gangstas holding pistols and winging it with what
they would do with their hostages. She decided to ask.
    “I don’t get the point of all this, Darrius.
Mrs. Forstall—”
    “Call her Loretta. No need to be all formal
now that we’re hangin’ out,” Darrius cut in.
    “You’re just piling up felonies by
kidnapping and assaulting us. You know the police are looking
everywhere for you. They’ll see through the fake tip real quick,”
Charmaine continued.
    “You give them too much credit,” Zed
replied. He glanced over to make sure Darrius had his gun up again.
Then he set about examining a tall glazed vase.
    “Loretta is gonna tell us what happened to
Shawntelle. I mean the damn truth,” Darrius barked before Mrs.
Forstall could reply.
    “She must have stayed late to finish up. I’d
asked her to polish the copper bowls and plates that belonged to my
mother. I didn’t even realize she was still in the house. Poor
thing. I warned her.”
    “I warned her not to trust you,” Darrius
said.
    Mrs. Forstall gazed at Zed for a few seconds
then looked at Darrius. “The police called with more information.
Shawntelle wasn’t killed with a gun. Your sister was wrong,