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before they close.”
    â€œNothing,” Montana responded.
    Savannah grabbed her purse and stormed toward the kitchen.
    â€œLadies, I’ll be back. Lock up. Activate the alarm,” Troy said as he rushed behind Savannah.
    Savannah was opening the garage door when Troy entered. “Savannah, stop,” he asserted.
    â€œYou don’t need to come with me. Stay and protect my sisters. I don’t need your protection,” Savannah snapped.
    â€œYou might not, but you do need me to be an extra set of eyes.”
    It appeared as if Savannah thought about it for a moment. She unlocked the passenger door. “Get in!” she yelled.
    The tension between the two didn’t dissolve during the less than fifteen minutes it took to get to the bank. “Your sisters are only trying to make things easier for you, you know,” Troy said.
    â€œI didn’t ask you,” Savannah snapped.
    â€œI just don’t like feeling this tension between you all. Between us.” Troy said the last barely above a whisper. He knew she heard him because the light in her eyes sparkled for a few seconds.
    Before either could say anything else on the subject, Savannah was pulling up in the bank’s parking lot. She removed her gun and placed it in the divider between the seats. “Just in case there’s a metal detector.”
    â€œI got your back.”
    â€œIf I’m in there longer than thirty minutes, come in shooting,” Savannah joked.
    Troy felt relieved that she was at least joking with him now. He handed her a pen. “If for some reason you run into any trouble, push the top of the pen and it’ll signal me.”
    â€œThanks,” she said as she exited the car.
    Savannah’s stomach turned flips as she entered the bank. She tried to act normal. She tried to act like the information she was coming to retrieve meant nothing. The information in the safe-deposit box could possibly be all she needed to determine who had killed her father.
    After she showed proper ID, the bank branch manager led her into the room where the safe-deposit boxes were kept. He entered a code and she used the key she had to open the box.
    â€œI’ll be outside if you need me,” he said, leaving her there to go through it without being watched.
    She sat at the table and removed some of the items. She held both her parents’ wedding rings. “Mama, why did you have to die so young?” Savannah wept.
    She wiped the tears from her eyes. She felt like she was prying into her parents’ private life. She looked at the pictures and other items. So far, she didn’t see anything in it related to her father’s old job.
    â€œVoila,” she said when she found a brown envelope. She read the enclosed letter first, and could hear her father’s voice in her mind as she read.

    My dearest Savannah,
    If you’re reading this, it means that someone got to me before I could get to the bottom of things. As much as I want you to seek justice on the person or people behind me not being there with my girls, I do not, under any circumstances, want you risking your life. The information on this disc should be handed to one person, and that’s Troy Bridges. By now, you’ve probably met. I just hope you haven’t hurt him (smile). Troy can help you get justice. If by chance someone is coming after you because they suspect you know more than you do, then promise me that you and your sisters will use the skills I taught you. My enemies will underestimate you because you are women, but I have full confidence that you will prove them wrong. Before giving the disc to Troy, make sure Asia makes a copy. Tell her to use the secure path. She’ll know what I’m talking about. It pains me to write this letter, but I didn’t want to leave you without the tools to solve my murder. I love you. Take care of yourself and your sisters. I’ve also enclosed separate letters for