She turned and looked at me.
"It’s important that I talk to Qianna right now, and you’re on your way out. Ma
ybe we could get together another time."
Angel stood up and went in the back without saying anything. When she came back, she handed me a piece of paper and sat down next to me. "When you’ve had enough of Qianna, and her shit, call me."
"I’ll do that," I promised, and quickly got something to write my cell number on, and handed it to her.
She looked at the number and smiled at me with those angel eyes. Angel kissed me on the cheek. "Like I said, Qianna’s in the back. She’ll be out in a minute," she said and left.
When I looked up, Qianna was standing in the doorway. She had cut her hair short and dyed it auburn. "It ain’t like I’m not glad to see you, but, what you doin’ here?"
"I needed to talk to you." I stood up and went to her.
Qianna held me by the back of my neck and kissed me. It makes me wet every time she does that.
"Yeah, but this is Cutie’s spot. You can’t just show up like this."
"I know that, and I apologized to Angel for just showing up like this, but I need to talk to you."
"You need to talk or you need something else?" Qianna asked, and smiled.
"No." I stepped away from her and sat down. I clasped my fingers together, and took a deep breath. "I really need to talk to you."
"What wrong now?" Qianna sat down next to me.
"Tyrone is dead."
"I’m sorry to hear that. Now he can’t cutoff your money. Now you can have it all. You should be happy."
Truth be told, I hadn’t really given that much thought either, but she was right. Unless he was lying to me, Weinstein didn’t know why Tyrone cutoff the money, and to my knowledge, I was still in his will. I could come out of this on my feet, if I didn’t go to jail. "The police questioned me about the murder."
"What did you tell them?"
"The truth. That I was home alone, on the phone talking to my parents."
"They buy that?"
"I told you, it was the truth."
"That don’t mean nothin’. If the cops wanna pin something on you, ain’t shit you can do to stop them."
"They said they were looking for an unidentified black woman about five eight, dark complexion with long, straight black hair," I said, and ran my hand through Qianna’s hair.
"What else they say?"
"That he was last seen at a bar called Shooters. You know, the place I told you that he wanted me to meet him at that night. He was there with two women. The housekeeper found Tyrone and one of the women dead the next morning. They were both naked."
"They say anything else?"
"That’s all the detective told me."
"Good."
I ran my fingers through her hair again. "Why’d you cut it?"
"I needed a new look."