friend.
Marc groaned and massaged his eyes. âI donât think it can play out much longer and having him out there with you was my best idea.â
âMaybe itâs time for you to let your brother go. Know what I mean?â
Marcâs grin was humorless. âI know exactly what you mean and donât think I havenât thought of that very thing.â
âBut?â
âAs my oldest friend, you know better than anyone why I canât do that.â
âDo you think Houston has the nerve to bring you down with him?â Cufi asked in an incredulous tone.
âHell, Iâve helped him to elude the police going on three months! Among other thingsâ¦â
âAmong other thingsâ¦â Cufi repeated the phrase as though he were contemplating.
Marcâs brows drew close. âCare to share what youâre thinkinâ man?â
âDo you think anyone would believe Houston if he decided to tell what he knows, my friend?â
âMy family would, thatâs for damn sure,â Marc acknowledged with a weary smile. âHell, if I donât have my own family on my side, how can I expect anyone else would stand there?â
âIt may be possible if no one took Houstonâs ravings as fact,â Cufi said after several moments of silence.
âRavings?â Marc repeated.
âMmm. Given the nature of his crimeâa crime that has occurred more than once unbeknownst to the authorities at this time. Not to mention the manâs penchant for flying off the handle.â
âHold it Cufi,â Marc urged, sitting straighter in his desk chair, âare you suggesting we try to prove heâs crazy?â
âI think itâd be rather easy.â
âHeâs my brother,â Marc noted, swallowing down unexpected emotion.
Cufiâs chuckle harbored no humor. âLook at it from a humane perspective, friend. Houston was only wanted for questioning, but he ran. That in itself gives the hard impression of guilt. The physical evidence proves he was with Sera that night. She was a minor at the time. Clearly heâs going down, but with an insanity defense the time he serves may not be so hard.â
âThatâs absurd!â Marc blurted, bursting into laughter as he did so. âBesides, pleading insanity is the one defense black folks donât have a chance in hell of proving.â
âWhy not?â
âFor one thing, weâre not white.â
Cufi laughed. âA minor detail when all others are in place.â
âSuch as?â
âExtreme wealth, power, notoriety. Your family can trace its roots back to the motherland and in Americaâto the Georgia plantation you worked as slaves. Besides,â Cufi added as though he were sharing a closely guarded secret, âyou know the black community doesnât call attention to mental deficiencies as quickly as other racesâitâs something we do our best to ignore. All these things could play in your favor, my friend.â
Marc was silent, contemplating Cufiâs points for a while. At last, he began to nod slowly. âSo how exactly would we go about making this happen?â
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âWhatâcha got?â County asked Spivey and Jenean as she reclined in her desk chair.
âMy contact at the club is on his game,â Spivey commended, when Jenean waved for him to begin, âit turns out that the girls are working for a local travel agency.â
Folding her arms across her scoop-necked mauve top, County fixed Jenean with a pointed look. âWhatâs so odd about that?â
âAs hostesses.â
âThat is odd,â Jenean noted.
âIndeed,â County confirmed, one because these were former strippers. Though it wasnât always the case, stripping and prostitution went hand in hand. Therefore, âhostessâ was a job title with many connotations.
âWhat would a travel agency need with
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