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Daddy, and then it gets real quiet and then it starts all over again.” Hassani put his hands up to his ears and shook his head.
    “OK, you know what? I’m done!” Xenia laughed as she rose from the bed, walked into the bathroom and quickly closed the door behind herself. Saint snickered as he watched her disappear.
    “Hassani, it doesn’t hurt, it just may sound like that. I’m not hurting your mother. She’s having a good time, we’re both having a good time, I promise you. I’m sorry we woke you up.” Saint controlled the laughter that bubbled at the pit of his stomach. “Sex is also how babies are made.” He watched confusion spread again over his son’s face.
    “I think if you can see what I’m talking about, it will make it easier for you to understand. We will talk about this some more later, OK? I’ve got a book for children about sex and how babies are conceived and grow that I had from college. I think I know where it is in storage. I’ll show it to you, OK?” Saint said as he rubbed Hassani’s head. “Do you have any more questions right now though?”
    Hassani shook his head. “I’m never having sex. People scream and say bad words and you can make babies. Gross. Can we get ice-cream now?” he asked.
    Saint burst out laughing. “Yeah little man, we can get ice-cream now,” Saint said as he rubbed his son’s hair and laughed harder.
     
    * * *

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Three weeks later…
     
    “He killed another one.”
    Saint turned around in the revolving chair in James’ office as he spoke.
    James nodded and clasped his heavy hands together, hands worn with time, age spots and an early life of hard work on a farm in Ohio before his family moved to California and owned several vineyards.
    Saint briefly looked out James’ window. The sky was filled with dark gray clouds and threats of thunder and lightning.
    “This is fucked up,” he sighed as he adjusted himself in the dark brown leather chair. “So, when are we going to Missouri?”
    “You and George are going in the next few days. Please interview Mr. Clayman and his wife, and get as much information as you can.”
    Saint nodded in agreement. His cell phone rang. He looked down and saw Xenia’s cell phone number.
    He stood. “James, it’s my wife. Let me answer this please. I’ll be right back.”
    James smiled and waved him off. “No problem. Tell Xenia I said hello.”
    Saint nodded and rushed out of James’ office, to stand directly outside the door.
    “Hey baby, I’m meeting with James about that Missouri case. What’s up?” he asked as he reached down and fixed his sock that had slightly bunched up.
    “Saint, I can barely hear myself think. The guys are here soundproofing our bedroom and of course there is stuff everywhere and the walls are a mess but I’m calling because I need you to watch the boys tonight. The babysitter is already booked and my mom isn’t able to do it. She’s got bingo and I really want to go to dinner with the girls,” Xenia said exhaustedly.
    “Baby, I can’t. James hasn’t been in town all week and this meeting was over-due. I will have to go out of town soon to take care of some interviews, as well as do a mini-conference for some of the guys there. It’s really important because there is someone…”
    “I know. You told me, Saint,” Xenia sighed. “There is someone targeting Rainbeaus and their Queens. Why are you even involved in this, Saint? The police should be handling this! You have a wife and children. You don’t need to be going down there interviewing anyone. This is dangerous. What if something happened to you? You’ll be down there snooping around and there could be consequences. I’m worried.”
    “Xenia, I have to. I promise you I’ll be OK. You knew what I did when we met. This isn’t the first time I’ve been on a case. I told you before we got married, all about the hate groups that harass me and other Rainbeaus. I told you that it would take a special