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your life is in danger too?  The person who killed Nadia might come after you too.”
    “They know I didn’t see them.  Even if they did I don’t care.”
    “Sttttuuuuubbbbooorrrrnnn.” Steven sang.
    “Shut up, Steve. I knew Nadia and you didn’t, Jayce. You need me whether you like it or not. Steve and I can help you out. Certainly you wouldn’t turn down help right?”
    Steven opened a box of camera film. “Jayce is right. We should stay the hell out of it. You forget we have cases of our own right now anyway?”
    “Do I look like I give a shit right now, Steve?”
    “All these years I’ve known you Bree and I still can’t understand what goes on in your head sometimes.”
    Steven tossed the film in a box. “Me neither.”
    An officer walked in. “Detective Matthews we need you for a sec, sir.”
    “I’ll be right there.” He turned to Brianna. “I’m just trying to protect you.”
    “I don’t need your protection.”
    “Don’t argue with her dude okay?” Steven searched another box. “It’s better that way.”
    Jayce poked Brianna’s chest. “Just remember I call the shots. You jeopardize this case and you’ll regret it.”
    “I wouldn’t do that. I just wanna help. I won’t be a pain in your ass.”
    “Too late.” He stomped out the room.
    “I think you pissed him off.” Steven put his wool cap on.
    “I don’t care. I’m gonna find out what happened whether you both agree or not.”
    “Come on.  I’ll drive you to the hospital. We’ll tell one of the officers to get your car.”
    She got her coat. “I don’t need a doctor, I need an Advil.”
    “Just come on. We’re through with this discussion.”
    Brianna cut her eyes to the officers in the hall. She waited until they left then signaled to the box of journals. 
    “Steve?”
    “Huh?”
    “Wait.”
    “What? Come on. You know it’ll take forever at the hospital.”
    “Get the box.”
    “What?”
    “We’re gonna take the journals.”
    “Are you nuts? I’m not touching that box. You wanna steal evidence then do it by yourself.”
    “It’s a box of journals not the murder weapon. Might not be anything useful in them anyway.”
    “Then why the hell do you want ‘em?”
    “Just do what I say.”
    “I’m not taking those journals, Bree. And how will you explain them being gone?”
    “Look at all the boxes over here. Jayce won’t remember this one’s gone.”
    “Yeah right.” He scratched his nose.
    “Steven I never ask anything of you but I’m asking you to help me now, please.”
    “Shit.” He picked up the box. “You better be glad I’m still in love with you.”
    She kissed his cheek.

     

CHAPTER THREE

    “Just stop it, Aunt Jas!” Dylan stomped across Jasmine Hudson’s upstairs hallway Monday morning.
    “No I won’t stop it!” Jasmine walked so close to Dylan she almost tripped her.
    “Get out of my way!”
    “Who do you think you’re talking to?” Jasmine waved a tissue. “You just don’t wanna face facts.”
    “No I can face facts.” Dylan bumped into Jasmine when she turned around.  “I face the fact that you’re completely nuts!”
    “Am I? Because I speak the truth?”
    “No because you are just so determined to keep the feud going with Bruce that you won’t see reason!” Dylan ran downstairs.
    Jasmine chased her. “Get back here young lady!”
    “I don’t wanna hear it! I cannot believe that you can’t be sensitive to what I’m going through. My mother was just murdered!”
    “And she was my sister! I loved Nadia and I love you!  I’ve always loved you like you were my own!”
    “You coddle me just like Mom did. The point is you are dead wrong about Bruce. How dare you try to suggest he’s a killer?”
    “Oh did I only suggest?” Jasmine flung grayish-brown strands out of her eyes. “I’m saying it straight out.  Yes, I think Bruce did it. So there.”
    “You stop it! That’s a horrible thing to say!  Bruce would never kill anyone!”
    “Oh yeah?