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I paused.

There it was.

“We fought.”

“Over his cooperation?”

“Partly.”

I looked between them.

Detective Clean spoke this time.

“Mr. Lawless, were you involved in a sexual relationship with your brother’s wife?”

I laughed.

Not because shit was funny.

Because there it fucking was.

“Yeah.”

Jones folded his hands.

“For how long?”

“Few months.”

“Did Xavier know?”

“He found out shortly before he died.”

“And how did he respond?”

“Like a nigga who found out his brother was fucking his wife.”

“Meaning?”

“He swung on me.”

“And you?”

“I defended myself.”

“Did you threaten to kill him?”

“No.”

“Did he threaten you?”

“He said I was dead to him.”

Jones stared at me.

“Anything else?”

“No.”