my life and that was when I got arrested for trying to boost those clothes at the mall as a part of my initiation.” She paused, remembering the altercation with Calvin. To say that Calvin hit her was putting it mildly. But the detective didn’t have to know all that. And she didn’t really want to remember the one time her brother made her hate him. He had beat her so badly, he had left bruises and told her she got off incredibly light, considering what would have happened to her if she had actually been initiated. She shuddered at the things her brother had yelled at her as he hit her. “I sucked at shoplifting and got caught the first time out. Calvin found out and lots of heads rolled. He didn’t want me in the gang and he had enough pull to make sure I didn’t try again.” And enough pull to make sure I thought twice before ever going against his wishes again. Her brother had been a hard man. But she knew he did the things he did because he loved her. And because he wanted her to stay safe and alive. “So you don’t know who killed your brother or the McKnights?” “If I knew, I would say. I went to my brother’s apartment the night he was murdered because he was supposed to meet me for a celebration dinner and he never showed up. He wanted to celebrate his baby sister getting her BS degree. He wanted to take me to a really fancy restaurant but I wanted my favorite, chicken and waffles. I was late getting there. After waiting around awhile, I went to his place and that’s when I saw that he’d been killed. There was someone still there going through his things but I never got a look at the person. I don’t know who killed my brother. But I’m pretty sure that they know I’m here now and they’re after me. They more than likely killed Tommy and Timmy. And it’s all my fault.” Her voice cracked and she inwardly cursed and told herself to keep it together. He paused as he gave her a deep, penetrating stare. “Come on, let’s go.” She followed him out of the cell and out of the police department. She had no idea where she was going to go now, but at least she was out of that horrible cell. The brightness of the sun caused her to squint as she walked out of the building. She kept pace with the detective’s long strides, trying to think of something to say. He seemed like he was in deep thought and she didn’t want to interrupt him. But it would have been nice to know where they were going. Just as she was about to open her mouth and ask him, the white van from the day before came speeding past. Luckily, Lawrence saw it before she did. Because before she could blink he had pushed her to the ground. The sound of gunshots caused her heart to stop and start again. She must have screamed because she heard a shrill voice echoing in her head. The only thing she could think was she hoped that Lawrence Hightower hadn’t gotten shot trying to shield her. She couldn’t take it if another person were hurt because of her. She couldn’t bear it if he died.
Chapter 5 “O bviously someone is trying to kill you, Ms. Jones. And we can’t help you unless you’re more forthcoming.” The chief of police, who was also Lawrence’s second cousin, the youngest of his father’s generation of Hightowers, tented his hands in front of his mouth and willed Minerva to speak with his eyes. Lawrence glanced at Chief Kendall Hightower and then focused his attention back on Minerva. He had been shot at numerous times in his career, but he had never in his life known such worry for another person. She could have been killed. Why did that bother him almost more than the bullets that had zoomed past his own head? “I don’t know who’s doing this.” Her voiced cracked and her eyes pooled with tears. If she did know who the people in the white van were, she was doing an excellent job of hiding it. Lawrence almost believed her. “You do realize that if we let you go and you haven’t been one hundred percent