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believe it.”
    He hugged her. “I know. Where was
Cameron?”
    “He’s at a friend’s house.” She stood
next to him, watching another police car pull up.
    “Candy’s house?” Claude’s arm was
around her waist.
    “I don’t know.”
    He removed his arm and turned to face
her. “Venus, where is he?”
    “Yeah, he’s at her house. He’s been
there since this morning.”
    He looked like he wanted to say
something, but instead he said, “I’ve gotta pick up Skyy.”
    The police officer who pulled up
approached with his partner. “Are you the homeowner, Sir?”
    “Yes. I’m Claude Wilson. You two can
go on in.”
    “Thanks.” He looked at Venus. “Ma’am.”
    “Hello.”
    Venus heard the officer say to his
partner, “That’s Mason Wilson’s brother.”
    The other officer looked back.
    “Claude, I’ll go get Skyy.”
    “Here. Take my car. I think they
parked too close to you. You’re blocked in.”
    “Okay. Be right back.” She took the
keys from Claude and walked to the driver’s side, getting in his Audi. Right
away, Venus saw Claude’s briefcase on the floor of the passenger side. Something
inside told her not to. But as soon as she backed up and pulled off, waving to
Claude as he went back in the house, at the very first stop sign she leaned
over and simply clicked it open, noticing file folders and a few envelopes. She
flipped through the letters, some looked like the ones from the mailbox that
day, and there it was. The letter Owen sent her. Only it was just the envelope.
Empty. The letter he had written Venus about her so-called freaky past and real
intentions, was missing.
     
    ~~
     
    Later, Venus had taken Skyy next door
to their neighbor’s house until the investigators and alarm company
representatives left.
    Venus was at home, looking around to
see what all was missing, thinking about the violating creepiness of knowing
someone had been in their house to burglarize them. And also thinking about
where Claude could have put that letter, as it was obvious now that he read it.
    She heard her phone ringing. It was on
the kitchen table next to her purse. She ran to it, picking it up. “Yes, Cam.”
    Cameron’s voice was mad. “You told Dad
where I was?”
    “Calm down. He asked. I had to.”
    “Man.” Cameron reacted sighing.
    “Cam, don’t worry about that. I think
we’re gonna go ahead and move to Laguna Hills. And, I’m seriously thinking
about working from home, doing something else so I can be home with Skyy. You
can work and go to school out there. This could be a blessing in disguise.
Let’s all take this and turn it into something positive. We’ve been through too
much, coming so far since the days after I married your dad when you and I had
such a hard time. We’ve got to focus on our family.”
    “All I know is I need my own place. I
just need enough money to get in a place and then I can move on. Maybe I’ll ask
Uncle Mason if I can live in the spot where Grandma and Grandpa lived that he
owns. You know, their old condo in Fox Hills.”
    “Cam, I don’t think you should live
anywhere other than home. And Mason’s kept that place for sentimental reasons,
but I actually heard he might sell it. The first thing you need to do is make
your own money. Your dad and I can’t loan you any money. For your own good, you
need to get a job.”
    Cameron sounded distracted. “Hold on.
Wait. Mom, I’ll call you right back.”
    “Okay.”
    She heard him say with irritation,
“What?” The call ended.
    Venus watched Claude wrap things up
with the alarm guy who reset the codes. She noticed Claude now had his
briefcase in hand.
    She headed upstairs and into their
bedroom, placing her cell on the bed and then examining the top of the dresser,
inside some of her drawers, purses, and other items.
    Right away, she thought to look for
the black velvet ring box that she kept in the back of her lingerie drawer.
    “Dammit,” she screamed, frantically
rummaging through her panties,

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