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“No,” Javi said slowly, his attention glued to the laptop screen. “He did not.”
Oh boy.
“We have Arthur running facial recognition on the files,” Shanti informed him.
“Good,” Javi grunted at the screen and looked at her. “I’m out on the barbeque.”
Oh boy!
He turned to me. “Gotta go to the office.” He then turned to Luna. “You’ll get an email of where to copy that shit so we can get Brody’s assistance with tracking down those women.”
Luna nodded.
Javi again looked at the screen.
He did this so long, expressions chasing themselves over his face that shared explicitly he wished he was the one who slit Trev’s throat, so I reached out and caught his jaw in my hand to turn his face my way.
“Honey,” I said.
“That motherfucker,” he said.
“You got that right,” Willow said.
“You do a barbeque, save me some food,” Javi ordered.
I nodded.
He kissed me quickly.
Then he prowled out.
“I’m with you, Lolo,” Willow declared. “The sooner we find out who killed Kev, and the sooner we can tell those women they don’t have to live in fear of their life crashing down around them, the better. I don’t care who wins this anymore. I just want it done.”
I just wanted it done too.
Especially for all those ladies.
What an ordeal.
“Agreed, and Luna, you gotta agree too. I’m so over this shit, it isn’t funny,” Shanti said.
“Oh, I agree,” Luna replied. “We can race the guys on another case. This one needs to be in our rearview. I’m just trying to decide if we should do hamburgers or hotdogs for the spur-of-the-moment Sunday Evening Oasis barbeque.”
“Both,” I said.
“I want barbeque chicken,” Willow said.
Oh yeah.
Barbeque chicken sounded yummy.
“All,” I amended.
“Set up an Instacart, bitch, I’m activating the Oasis phone tree,” Luna replied, while moving to her phone.
I pulled up Word on her computer, instead of Instacart, because I couldn’t do buying groceries without a grocery list.
Willow helped me.