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“Did they have problems after that?”
“They were brothers. They had problems before that.”
Detective Clean glanced at Jones.
I knew exactly how that sounded.
Levin.
Of course.
My lawyer stepped in.
“I think that’s enough for right now.”
“One more thing,” Clean said.
She looked at him.
“One.”
He looked back at me.
“Did your husband gamble?”
I froze.
Not dramatically.
Just enough that I knew he noticed.
“Yeah.”
“How often?”
“He liked to gamble.”
“Sports?”
“Sports. Cards. Whatever.”
“Did he ever mention underground games?”
I frowned.
“Not to me.”
“Any gambling locations in Newark?”
“No.”
“Did he owe anyone money?”
“I don’t know.”
And that was the truth as far as our marriage went.
Xay hid money shit from me all the fucking time.
