place is safe? I hope the drug dealer doesn’t find you there. Maybe I should come and stay with the three of you.” “I realize that, but this is real. Yeah, come and stay with us. Please bring Grandmother. Zach knows what he’s doing. The drug dealer won’t find us here. I’m calling Jeff as soon as I get off the phone with you.” “Ok. Promise I will, Cousin. But please call Jeff. Where’s this place? I’ll bring Grandma this afternoon. She can stay with us during the evening and night there. We can bring her to work with us during the day. I love you so much.” Recalling where the road took her, Simra told her the exact location of the lake house. A lone tear slid down Simra’s cheek. A deep concern for Mandy and their grandmother overwhelmed her. “That's another thing. I won't be able to work for a while. It's not safe with Tristan around. I'm safer staying at the lake house. Please help me watch Grandmother at all times. I love you too.” "Got it, Cousin, I will. We'll be there in a little while," Mandy replied. Simra hung up the phone and turned her misting eyes toward Zach. “You certain they’ll be all right? What about Jeff? Are you sure Tristan can't hear us? Your brother might try to hurt him if he knows my friend’s so involved in this. You know how jealous and possessive Tristan is of me.” Zach placed his hands on her shoulders after she stood from the chair to face him. “I promise your friend and family will be all right. I think it’s best that your grandmother and Mandy stays here. Have faith. Tristan can’t hear a word we’re saying. Remember, the house is protected well against him. You’ve nothing to worry about, Simra. But believe God will keep them safe and bring you through this. Call Jeff.” Simra fidgeted with the phone in her hands and grew surprised at Zach’s last statement. The angel showed no signs of jealousy toward Jeff or anyone else. In fact, Zach seemed to want them to help and support her. Maybe he and his brother were different in every way. The charming angel of death saved her many times, but his infuriating arrogance boiled her blood. Still, she couldn’t allow him to collect her grandmother’s soul, and he must be stopped. Dialing the number to Jeff’s phone, Simra allowed it to ring until he answered in a firm tone. “Yeah, this is Jeff?” Simra explained everything she stated to Mandy and told the detective about the drug dealer's car. “I’m hiding out with Zach until you arrest Quint and find Tristan’s body. It has to be around Quint's house.” “Thanks for telling me, Sim. It’s best you don’t go back to work until all this is over. Stay hidden with Zach. I’ll search for Quint and the body right now. Be careful, girl.” “Thanks, Jeff. You be cautious too. Keep me updated on what you find, please. Goodbye.” Simra studied Zach’s reaction to her phone conversation with Jeff. She waited for the angel to dig into her with ridiculous questions about her friend. “Well?” “I’m glad Jeff’s helping us, Simra. He’s a valuable friend to have.” Simra tried to control her lips from parting with surprise at Zach’s admiration of her friendship with the detective. The buzzing of her phone caused her to flinch. Tristan’s name blinked across the screen. She shifted her eyes to Zach, and her heart hammered against her chest. “Should I answer?” “Answer.” His gaze glowered into hers like dark shadows. She bit her lower lip and lifted the phone to her ear. “Hello?” The familiar ferocious voice of Quint on the phone sent shivers crawling up and down her spine. “Woman, I’ll find and locate where you’re hidin’. I want my money. Meet me at tha’ same spot where your accomplice rendered me unconscious with a million in cash at midnight. Your grandmamma will be killed if you call tha’ police or if your ‘friend’ shows up again.” The drug dealer hung up and left Simra’s blood running cold.