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“According to a witness, your brother was extremely upset after leaving your residence.”

“I’m sure he was.”

“He went to a friend’s home and continued drinking.”

Frozo.

Of course they’d talked to him.

“He was reportedly angry about you and Mrs. Lawless.”

I stared at Jones.

“You trying to ask me something, ask me.”

He leaned forward.

“Did you kill your brother?”

I laughed.

Straight in this nigga face.

“No.”

“Did you know he would be near Frelinghuysen Avenue the night he died?”

“No.”

Jones watched me.

I leaned forward.

“Now let me ask you something.”

He didn’t respond.

“You got two detectives sitting here asking me whether I killed my brother because I fucked his wife and found out he snitched on me.”

I nodded toward the folder.

“But you just told me this nigga owed tens of thousands of dollars to an illegal gambling operation.”

“We’re investigating all possibilities.”

“Then investigate.”

“We are.”

I stood.

Detective Clean looked at me.

“We’re not finished.”

“My lawyer told me I could leave whenever I wanted.”

That quieted the room.