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Jerrell shot you. And obviously she has your money because it was made available to her to get,” Amelia said as she gathered her journals off the floor and began stacking them back neatly on the coffee table.
    “She might not know who he is, but trust me, he knows who she is and if he thinks for one minute that she’s got my money, he’ll kill her for it. I know him; I know how he thinks. Every nigga I know and trusted would bring me harm if they could get their hands on that kind of money. I never let anyone know about the money I had saved. No one knew.”
    “Quadir, it’s just money.”
    “You always say that, Amelia, just because you come from a well-to-do family, but twenty million ain’t nothing to sneeze at.”
    “Twenty million? You got twenty million?”
    “Do I? Well, I did. Now Gena has twenty million, or better yet, my archenemy Jerrell Jackson has twenty million.”
    “Oh, Quadir, twenty million?”
    “Well, technically, a little over seventeen million, Amelia. And she’s spending it, like water running out of a faucet.”
    “Well, what are you going to do? Quadir, twenty million is a lot of money.”
    “Amelia, please, you’re making my head hurt,” said Quadir, scratching his head trying to figure out his next move.
    “What makes you think that if you can’t figure out where the money is, Jerrell will? I’m sure Gena’s not that gullible. I’m sure she’s smart enough to hide the money in a safe place.”
    “Amelia, Jerrell is the grimiest dirtbag I know. If he thinks Gena has something, he’ll torture her to death in order to take it. This shit is crazy. It’s getting more and more complicated as time goes by. Now, I have to babysit this nigga.”
    “Listen, I have money. I can make you a loan; I can help you get a new start out here, if that’s what you want. I mean I don’t have twenty million dollars and I know that’s a lot of money, but Quadir, it’s not worth your life. It’s not worth prison. You know what I’m saying?” asked Amelia, hoping he was smarter than she thought.
    “Amelia, a loan? Are you nuts? We’re talking my twenty million, Amelia, my twenty million dollars, and I will get my money back. I have to get it back!”
    “No, we’re talking about Gena’s twenty million and we’re talking about you risking your life!” she shouted, hoping to penetrate his brain with common sense.
    Quadir just looked at her blankly, not wanting to hear her logic. “That’s my twenty million. Mine. I busted my ass for that; I damn near lost my life for that. I want my money. I want it back!”
    “Well, what do you want me to do to help? What about hiring a private investigator to help track the money down?”
    “No, that would just be one more nose up in the mix. Shit, he’d probably find out where the money is and take it himself.”
    “Quadir!”
    “What? I would,” he said, eyes wide.
    “Can I ask you a question?”
    “Yeah, what?” he asked, stopping his pacing for a split second to hear her out.
    “Are you mad at Gena for having your money or are you mad at her for being with Jerrell?”
    Quadir thought about her question and honestly didn’t know the answer. His pride was hurt, of course. Any man’s pride would be. That was just the tip of the iceberg. The truth was his archenemy had his girl and access to his dough. Nothing could be worse than that.
    “Right now, I just want my money back,” he said, broken-hearted.
    “She thinks you’re dead, you know,” said Amelia, trying to reason with him.
    “I know, but he’s the enemy.”
    “She probably has no idea who she’s dealing with.”
    Quadir just shook his head. The situation was way out of control.
Why didn’t I stop her at the apartment? Why didn’t I stop her then, before she had a chance to get into the car? What was I thinking?
    “Damn, I want my money.”
    Amelia said nothing; she just let him pace around, scratching his head, hoping he’d figure out something without harming himself