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“Divine, have a seat. Thenwe will talk,” Bishop insisted, growing impatient.

“So, this is about me? That’s why I had to be here?”

Maven sighed before finally speaking up. “Just sit down so you can hear us out, D.”

With a dramatic sigh, I snatched the chair out from the opposite end of the table from where Bishop sat, leaving the other three empty chairs unoccupied. Crossing my legs, I tossed my head to the right and looked Bishop square in the eye.

“Now, what is it?” I asked him.

Bishop didn’t waste any time sliding the black folder in front of him across the table to me. My brows knitted together as I stopped it with my hand.

“What’s this?” I quizzed as I opened it.

Inside there was a black and white picture of me and Sherrod having dinner and another picture of us at a bar. The pictures were old, so I was confused as to why they were relevant now. I hadn’t seen him in at least a month. Since no one was speaking, I looked back up to find all eyes still on me.

“What is it?” Syre asked.

“Pictures of me and a friend of mine,” I told him.

“What kind of fucking friend?” Syre snapped, standing to swipe the folder from me.

“Just a guy. It wasn’t that serious. Is that why you called me here? To interrogate me about a nigga that I’m not even in communication with anymore?”

“We called you here to interrogate you about adeadnigga who you were in communication with,” Maven explained.

Suddenly, my mouth went dry. What did he mean dead? Were they going to kill him because we went on a couple of dates? That was absurd. Sherrod wasn’t exactly Prince Charming, but that didn’t mean they had to kill him.

“Dead?” My voice came out like dust.

I coughed a few times as I reached for the bottle of water and cracked the seal. I only took a sip because I was too busy looking between the four men looking at me like they were waiting on me to explain myself.

“You sound surprised,” Bishop finally stated.

“Just because we went on a couple of dates doesn’t mean the man deserves to die. This is crazy.”

“So, what happened to him?” Maven asked.

“Rod the God is dead?” Syre asked, taking the words out of my mouth before I could compute Maven’s question.

“He’s dead?” I repeated Syre’s question as Maven’s question started to sink in.

“You sound surprised,” Bishop noted.

“That’s because Iamsurprised. What happened to him?” I quizzed.

“I was hoping you could shed some light on that. He was last seen with you and Liam. Well, more like he was last seen with you and then Liam,” Maven explained.

“I haven’t seen him in weeks. How would I know what happened to him? What are the police saying?”

“His camp is keeping things quiet for now. They found his body a couple of days ago. He was supposed to be in Mexicoshooting a video, but he never showed up at the location,” Bishop mentioned.

“So, how the hell would I know what happened to him if you guys have no idea?” I quizzed. “Make it make sense.”

“It doesn’t have to make sense, Divine. Your name is coming up in the conversation.”

“They think Divine did something to him?” Syre chimed in. Clearly, he was just as clueless as I was.

“Whose conversation is it coming up in? Do the police think I did something to him?” I asked.