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out when they turn twenty-one. The only people who can touch the money before they age out is their mother, who seems to have disappeared, and Sasha Ivanov, if the mother dies and the kids die before they turn twenty-one.
âQueen, the mother of the kids, could be in hiding or dead. But she has an aunt living in Vegas. This aunt was the sister of the former president of Martinique. The aunt had a different father, so her last name is not Frêche as the Presidentâs was. This may play in our favor if Sasha Ivanov is hunting down the kids as Elliot thinks she may be.
âI have a man at Homeland Security. Queenâs passport showsshe went to Vegas often. Also, known ties to Sasha Ivanov have been tracked to Vegas as of late.â Psalms looked over to Suzie Q.
She took a swig of her brew.
Tylowe was amazed at the knowledge that could be had and known, and that he had friends with this kind of know-how.
Psalms pressed his lips tight before he spoke. âIf Sasha Ivanov got to the kidsâ mother, all I can say is the Russians Iâve come across know how to torture like Q is ripping meat off that bone.â
Suzie Q, at that moment, put the bare rib bone down and took her time to suck each one of her fingers with full sound effects, removing the sticky sauce.
âSo you can see the problem we have. I was able to call in some favs to trace some of this info and Gabby used some State Department intel available to her, yet all the information is suspected to be wrong. We need to assume so and plan accordingly. This is not going to be easy. Someone could get hurt. Iâm gonna be honest, Tylowe, this kind of situation may not be for you. I donât doubt you can be a warrior, but getting in to a fray with these people can be pure violent.
âWhen we add the fact that this involves Elliot, and what is real or not real, there is no way we can trust his intent and information. Letâs not be simple-minded when dealing with him. You know that. Something didnât sit right with me when we had our little visit with him. It is my nature to be distrusting, and it could be just thatâ¦but that MF.â
Psalms looked over to Tylowe. âYou donât know, but I had a problem with him back in college and he doesnât know I know what he did. I wanted to get even, but he was your friend back then, and I was conflicted on a few things I had already done. But that MF is not to be trusted . . .ever.â
Tylowe nodded, and kept nodding to the beat of the Anthony Hamilton song that played, âThe Truth.â There was anger in Psalmsâ voice that seemed displaced, but Tylowe kept his mind on everything he had heard.
The little bell over the entrance door dinged. In came two well-built, white men, ex-militaryâPsalms knew right away. The two men wore heavy material suit coats, tailored for extra room. Their dress jeans had wide legs. Psalms knew that guns and extra clips were tucked in the coats, and another gun in an ankle holster was hidden beneath the wide-leg jean. Suzie Qâs hands moved smoothly to her weapon as her eyes pierced behind her dark sunglasses. The style of sunglasses she wore was reminiscent of the 1960s Black Panther militant shades.
The two men scanned the room. Both men locked eyes with Psalms. It was more like Psalms had chains on their eyes and he slowly twisted the chains tight with his golden eyes. Then as if he released them because he was done, they turned away. The two men turned to someone outside and both nodded. Psalms blinked his eyes toward Suzie Q, signaling her to stand down. She relaxed, but kept a hand on one gun in her coat. The two men separated and made a human corridor with their huge bodies like parting the Red Sea for royalty, and the former Secretary of State Gabrielle Papillon Brandywine walked in. A city official and a state official muckety-muck walked in with her.
Tylowe released a long exhale. He knew right at the
âQueen, the mother of the kids, could be in hiding or dead. But she has an aunt living in Vegas. This aunt was the sister of the former president of Martinique. The aunt had a different father, so her last name is not Frêche as the Presidentâs was. This may play in our favor if Sasha Ivanov is hunting down the kids as Elliot thinks she may be.
âI have a man at Homeland Security. Queenâs passport showsshe went to Vegas often. Also, known ties to Sasha Ivanov have been tracked to Vegas as of late.â Psalms looked over to Suzie Q.
She took a swig of her brew.
Tylowe was amazed at the knowledge that could be had and known, and that he had friends with this kind of know-how.
Psalms pressed his lips tight before he spoke. âIf Sasha Ivanov got to the kidsâ mother, all I can say is the Russians Iâve come across know how to torture like Q is ripping meat off that bone.â
Suzie Q, at that moment, put the bare rib bone down and took her time to suck each one of her fingers with full sound effects, removing the sticky sauce.
âSo you can see the problem we have. I was able to call in some favs to trace some of this info and Gabby used some State Department intel available to her, yet all the information is suspected to be wrong. We need to assume so and plan accordingly. This is not going to be easy. Someone could get hurt. Iâm gonna be honest, Tylowe, this kind of situation may not be for you. I donât doubt you can be a warrior, but getting in to a fray with these people can be pure violent.
âWhen we add the fact that this involves Elliot, and what is real or not real, there is no way we can trust his intent and information. Letâs not be simple-minded when dealing with him. You know that. Something didnât sit right with me when we had our little visit with him. It is my nature to be distrusting, and it could be just thatâ¦but that MF.â
Psalms looked over to Tylowe. âYou donât know, but I had a problem with him back in college and he doesnât know I know what he did. I wanted to get even, but he was your friend back then, and I was conflicted on a few things I had already done. But that MF is not to be trusted . . .ever.â
Tylowe nodded, and kept nodding to the beat of the Anthony Hamilton song that played, âThe Truth.â There was anger in Psalmsâ voice that seemed displaced, but Tylowe kept his mind on everything he had heard.
The little bell over the entrance door dinged. In came two well-built, white men, ex-militaryâPsalms knew right away. The two men wore heavy material suit coats, tailored for extra room. Their dress jeans had wide legs. Psalms knew that guns and extra clips were tucked in the coats, and another gun in an ankle holster was hidden beneath the wide-leg jean. Suzie Qâs hands moved smoothly to her weapon as her eyes pierced behind her dark sunglasses. The style of sunglasses she wore was reminiscent of the 1960s Black Panther militant shades.
The two men scanned the room. Both men locked eyes with Psalms. It was more like Psalms had chains on their eyes and he slowly twisted the chains tight with his golden eyes. Then as if he released them because he was done, they turned away. The two men turned to someone outside and both nodded. Psalms blinked his eyes toward Suzie Q, signaling her to stand down. She relaxed, but kept a hand on one gun in her coat. The two men separated and made a human corridor with their huge bodies like parting the Red Sea for royalty, and the former Secretary of State Gabrielle Papillon Brandywine walked in. A city official and a state official muckety-muck walked in with her.
Tylowe released a long exhale. He knew right at the
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