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Chapter Thirty-four
Avonte
When I left my apartment, I took the stairway down to the street and went out the back door. There were two dead people in my apartment, and unless she was kidding, and I don’t think she was, one of them had killed three people. I still couldn’t believe that Qianna had killed Tyrone, but to find out that she had killed Devin’s wife for him was more than I could take in at one time. It took a while for me to calm down, and to think straight about what I was going to do next.
I knew at some point that the police would have to become involved. If that were the case, I knew that I would need a lawyer. I got myself together and walked to the first pay phone I could find, and was about to call Albert Weinstein, when my cell phone rang.
I pulled the phone from my pocket and looked at the display: Angel. I smiled when I saw her name. For a split second, I forgot that there were two dead bodies in my apartment, and I answered the phone. "Hello."
"Hello, Avonte. This is Angel. Did I catch you at a bad time?"
Instead of answering her, I started to cry.
"Avonte," Angel said. "Are you all right?"
"No," I cried even harder.
"Okay, just calm down and tell me what’s wrong?"
I took a deep breath and tried to pull it together. "I can’t tell you. Not over the phone."
"Okay, tell me where you are and I’ll come to you."
"I’m at my apartment. Let me give you the address."
"No need. I know where you live. I dropped your scandalous friend off there before. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes," Angel promised.
When Angel got there, I was waiting for her outside, and we went in together. Once we got in the apartment, I finally told her what happened. I led Angel to the bedroom and pointed inside, because I knew that I couldn’t go in.
Angel walked in the bedroom and looked at Devin and Qianna, dead on my king-size bed. "Devin?" Angel said quietly, when she recognized him.
"Do you know him?" I asked as Angel came out of the room.
"I met him at a club and we went out once," she said, and closed the door behind. Then she got a tissue out of her bag and wiped her fingerprints off the door. "Come on. Let’s get out of here so we can talk."
We left the apartment and went down the street to the bar on the corner, and sat at a booth in the back. After the waitress brought our drinks, I told Angel the whole story. From the time I first met Devin in Puerto Rico, to our meeting Qianna, to what had happened that night. Once I explained it all to her, Angel looked at me. "Your shit is fucked up, girl." Angel pulled out her cell. "Let me see if I can help you get outta this."
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Chapter Thirty-five
Angel
When Avonte told me her story, I knew that I had to do something to try and help her. She had nothing to do with all of those murders, but I knew just like she did, that if she called the cops, she would be hip-deep in their murderous mess. "Hey, girl. It’s Angel, what’s up?"
"Nothing much, Angel. What’s going on with you?"
"A really dear friend of mine is in trouble, and she needs some advice on what to do," I said, and held Avonte’s hand. "My girl here is a defense attorney."
I explained the situation to her and she listened quietly, and then she gave me her best advice.
"Okay, Angel, you said that the woman stabb
ed the man, and then he strangled her. Is that correct?"
"Yes, that’s what happened."