"No. Well, that depends."
"On what, Nick?"
"You have anything else you want to tell me about?"
"Like what?"
"Did you kill Pamela or LaShawn?"
"No."
"What about Rocky? You and Chésará kill him too?"
"No!"
"You sure?"
"No! I mean yes! I’m sure."
"Who shot Monika?"
"I don’t know."
"What about Jett? Who killed Jett?"
"I don’t know anything about either of them, Nick. Please you’ve got to believe me."
"Why should I believe you now?" I had to ask. "You’ve told me nothing but lies since page one. Why should I believe anything you tell me now, Mrs. Childers? I’m sorry, Gee. Tell me why should I?"
"I have no reason to lie to you now."
I finished my drink and stood up. "Okay." I picked up the phone and dialed.
"Who are you calling?"
"I’m not calling the police." Freeze answered on the first ring.
"Yo."
"I need you to back me up."
"When and where?"
"Now. I’ll be there to pick you up in about an hour."
"I’ll be here."
I hung up the phone and started for the door. Mrs. Childers got up and ran behind me. "Where are you going?"
"To a family reunion."
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Chapter Twenty-five
I was tired.
I hadn’t slept in two days.