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expression conveyed utter disbelief. He looked at Camille, then back to Misa. “You’re crazy!”
    Misa was enraged now. “No, your muthafuckin’ brother was crazy!”
    â€œEasy,” one of the detectives warned her, as Tremaine got a tighter grip on Frankie.
    Frankie looked at his friend and took a deep breath. He looked Tremaine in the eye and said, “Let me go. It’s all right. I’m not gonna touch her.”
    Slowly, and hesitantly, Tremaine released his grip on Frankie. Frankie took two steps back, closed his eyes, and cupped his hands in front of his face as if in prayer. Looking at Misa, he frowned. “You think my brother was touching Shane?”
    Misa didn’t answer. As far as she was concerned, the subject was not up for debate. She didn’t think Steven had done it. She knew he had.
    â€œYou got this idea in your head and you came over here … to my house. And you killed him?”
    Again, Camille stepped gingerly toward her husband.
    â€œFrankie…”
    He held one hand up to her as if to stop her from coming any closer. “Nah,” he said calmly. “Stay away from me.”
    He was unmoved by Camille’s tears as Dominique hugged her. Frankie shook his head. Camille was carrying on like she was the victim. Meanwhile, his poor brother had been pumped full of lead and accused of a heinous act against a child. He turned his attention back to Misa, who was again refusing to answer the detective questioning her.
    â€œMisa, you just said that your son was being molested. Can you elaborate on that?”
    She shook her head. “I want a lawyer.”
    The detective nodded. She had already told him that a thousand times in the past hour and a half. “You understand that we have no choice but to place you under arrest and take you down to the station?”
    She nodded. She couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of here. She felt like she was in a fishbowl, with all eyes on her. Frankie, more than anyone, was making her want to get out of this house as soon as possible.
    The detective rose and guided Misa to her feet. Handcuffing her behind her back, he noticed that she was shaking despite her icy demeanor. He could tell that she was scared to death as he read her rights.
    â€œYou have the right to remain silent,” he said. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney…”
    As Misa acknowledged that she understood what she was being told, Camille looked at her husband. Frankie had an expression on his face unlike any she’d ever seen before. Clearly, he was devastated by his brother’s murder. But the pain of what Misa had accused Steven of was evident on his face as well, as he stared at her being led out of the house and into a police car. Sergeant Denton was explaining to Camille that a bail hearing would not be held for Misa for hours, that she’d be spending the rest of the night down at the precinct and would be brought to court to appear before a judge sometime after noon that day. As he finished giving her this information, Sergeant Denton suggested that Camille find somewhere else to spend the night. The home was still being processed as a crime scene, plus the last thing he wanted was to leave the Binghams alone together after what he’d just witnessed.
    â€œYou can come back to my house, Camille. You can stay for as long as you want,” Dominique said.
    Camille was still staring at Frankie. Their eyes met and for a few silent moments, she pleaded with her eyes for him to talk to her. Instead, he stared at her blankly before he turned away, tapped Tremaine on the arm, and strode right past Camille and out the front door. She called after him, but he ignored her and kept on walking.
    â€œLet him go, Camille,” Toya said. Her tone of voice conveyed that she was sick of her friend calling after Frankie. “He just found out