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were fighting.”
    Randall asked, “Did he die there or in the hospital?”
    Sophie brought her head up. “Police report said the man bled out before the ambulance arrived. Jonathan was adamant about going to the police turning himself in. He wouldn’t hide for protecting his family. He did community service for carrying a concealed weapon because the blade’s length was illegal. That’s how he made friends with many of the police at such a young age. They commended him for protecting me,” Sophie said proudly.
    Gretchen was right. Jonathan has been a man all his life and all he knows is to protect his family at his own expense. Well she couldn't let him continue on this destructive path. His days of fighting alone were over. Randall’s voice roused her from her thoughts.
    “Then, unless he can prove they drew their guns first, I got my work cut out for me,” Randall replied and she could see his mind working.
    “Randall,” Kenya trailed off feeling her anger returning. She covered her child in a measure of protection before she continued harshly. “They were gonna rape me; I say that's probable cause for Jonathan to defend us at any cost.”
    Randall's brows creased. “I say it's enough to kill, but I'm not the judge.”
    “Randall,” Sophie started. “Yer brothers, how much information can they find out without tipping off any of Brian's men that may be following Fiona?”
    Randall pulled out his cell scrolling through his call list. He raised his brows on his wide forehead, a handsome feature on Nigerian men. There wide lean bodies were made for swimming. “My brothers are businessman, owning two office buildings in downtown Lagos, a couple doctors’ close to Victoria Falls and a handful of attorney offices in Mozambique. If Graham did any business between any of these areas, they'll know.”
    “I don't want any more killing, Randall. Names, surveillance videos, anything that can place Graham where Jonathan wasn’t, will go a long way in his defense.”
    He nodded.
    Kenya said, “I'll contact David Spencer...see if he'll be in Ireland soon and I’ll get him to sign off on the affidavit showing Reinhart recommended me to my new boss that I be assigned the GL account.”
    “I don't see why that would raise a flag if you have the credentials to handle that account,” Fiona said.
    “That's just it, Fiona, I was the new account manager. You don't handle individual accounts. You run the department. Assign accounts, sign off on contracts, approve new clients, but they never become your personal accounts to handle.”
    “So why didn't this raise a flag to anyone else?” Sophie asked.
    “I wish I had more time to look into it, but right now I have to work on David Spencer. I have a few people at the bank I can trust, but I'll speak to them after I get with David.”
    “No chance Reinhart will confess that Brian approached her, huh?” Fiona questioned hopefully.
    “I doubt it. She's fully in Brian's pocket digging for his wallet. When she found out Jonathan helped me home that morning, she literally shook with excitement when I told her he asked me to volunteer. Reinhart thought I was crazy for even considering not accepting his offer.”
    “Then she'll be no help,” Sophie said.
    This line of comments should have bothered Kenya more, but until she'd witnessed Jonathan pull a gun on Brian she would've laughed at the ludicrous accusation, but this was the reality of who he was or what he wanted her to see. The pillows shifted as she adjusted the gown riding up her hips in the bed. Had he been mafia as she once presumed, that parking lot would have been more of a blood bath instead of just the four men that were shot. This was more like what her father spoke of as taking care of business when help wasn't coming. Old school style. The way they did in the sixties and seventies. And that's why her favorite Aunt Karla's husband was doing life in prison now. She looked at the faces in the room and wondered