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sorry.”
    I was mad as hell at Bunni on the real, but deep inside I knew it wasn’t all her fault. There was no way I shoulda agreed to dip in Gutta’s stash in the first place. Peaches had tried to warn me about letting all that money run through my hands like water, but my ass had been burning up with a fever. All that cheddar had me high as hell. I had been straight outta control, floating on a cloud of endless green, and no matter what Peaches said, I had been too stupid and too damn greedy to even try to come down.
    â€œMink,” Bunni said slowly, and as I hid behind my icy pack of shrimp, all I could wonder was why this chick was still blabbing in my ear. “I know you probably don’t wanna hear this but . . .”
    I turned over and groaned. She had that shit right. Whatever it was that was about to roll outta Bunni’s mouth, I didn’t wanna hear it.
    â€œGirlfriend, my left titty is itchin’ .”
    I jumped up and flung that bag of shrimp dead in her grill.
    â€œBunita fuckin’ Baines! If you don’t get your nasty-ass, rashy-tash, itchin’ little ball of a titty up outta my face . . .”
    â€œBut it’s a sign, Mink!” she protested. “Some kinda signal-sign! Girl you know when my titty itches it’s tryna tell me something!”
    â€œUh-uh. I don’t know shit about no paranormal titty signs, Bunni! All I know is that my ass is about to get murked because you trusted a fool with my money, and I trusted you !”
    â€œI was just tryna help your ass, Mink! All my money is gone too, and you don’t see me whining and bitching and dragging my ass all over the floor about it! Damn, girl. This ain’t the first time we been broke. I can feel it, Mink. For real. My left titty ain’t never led me wrong yet. Something good is gonna happen for us, girlfriend. I know it will.”
    I plopped back down on the couch and slapped a pillow over my face. I hated to admit it, but Bunni was right. We had been way broker than this before. At least I still had a couple of dollars left. I could at least buy Gutta some fresh sneakers and gear and put a few ends in his pocket. Thank God for that!
    â€œOn the real, girl. I got a feeling,” Bunni insisted. “Something real good is about to happen.”
    â€œYeah, okay.” I sucked my teeth and tried to stay mad even though Bunni had the slickest con game in Harlem, and just the thought of a good gank was starting to give me a rush. “Something real damn good better happen real damn quick, Bunni. It sure as hell better.”

CHAPTER 7
    I t was a hot, rainy day in Texas and the light mist of water falling from the sky turned into steam as soon as it bounced off the pavement. “A’ight,” Barron said as him and Pilar rode in the backseat of a champagne-colored Rolls-Royce. They’d just had lunch at an exclusive Italian restaurant in Dallas, where Barron had been called away from his baked ziti by one of Viceroy’s neurologists, who was checking in to update him on his father’s condition. Viceroy seemed to be getting a little bit worse every day, and Barron was almost at the point where he hated taking the doctors’ calls.
    Flashing Pilar a quick grin, he flipped open a folder and took out a few sheets of paper. “I got an email from a dude named Dutchy Gaines today. He’s a private investigator from Harlem who’s itchin’ to take the job.”
    â€œHow did you find him?” Pilar asked as she sat beside him smelling delicious and looking right luscious with her sexy legs crossed at the knee.
    â€œOne of my frats from college put me on to him. He said dude’s whole family works in law enforcement. Dutchy is a probation officer who recently started his own PI firm.”
    â€œOh really?”
    Barron nodded. “Yeah. It looks like he’s pretty good, too. He’s been finding all kinds of muddy footprints that Mink