“No, and the camera will show it,” Pain explained.

“Then make the damn call. When the cops get here, show them the fucking tape. What’s the issue?” Murder asked.

“It’s gonna be a whole new scenario if y’all stand here and her ass dies. That’s two counts of murder, not one,” Uncle Jimmy said.

Pain pulled the phone out of his pocket and made the call. He then went to get the tape out of the surveillance room.

“Unc, we don’t need to be here for this,” Murder said.

“Call the lawyer and be quiet,” Uncle Jimmy responded.

Murder made the phone call like his uncle asked.

“Did y’all find her dad?” Allen asked Uncle Jimmy.

“Yeah, he’s here, but he’s not gonna make his presence known until the night of the party. All I have to say is, I hope the family is ready to hear what he has to say,” Uncle Jimmy said.

Allen gave him a head nod. He was low key wondering what type of secrets they had and how it would involve Nell. He just shook his head and hoped he wouldn’t have to come out of character again.

“How’s Law doing?” Allen asked.

“Pissed that I just got home and had to leave again. She moved her appointment up, so it’s later today. She’s anxious as hell. I bet she took those damn glasses off while we were gone,” Murder said.

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Uncle Jimmy said and laughed.

“What if her being all fast holds up her progress? Then what you gonna say? She’s come a long way, and she don’t need to be fucking up now,” Murder fussed.

He hoped that Lawrynn hadn’t hindered her progress. She was just so damn hard headed sometimes. It was crazy. And then she’d stand there looking all slow in the face because she was being hardheaded.

The paramedics came in the door with a stretcher and a medical kit.

“Damn, them niggas don’t knock, huh?” Allen said with a chuckle.

“What happen here?” the paramedic asked.

“She fell down the steps,” Pain said.

“What’s her name?”

“Nikki,” Pain said.

“Nikki can you hear me,” he asked her.

She gave no response; she just lay there. The guys all looked at each other because they were sure she could hear what the man was saying, but she just didn’t want to respond. She was up to something; they just didn’t know what right now.

There was a knock on the door, and they all knew it was the police. Pain went to the door and braced himself for the foolishness that he knew was about to go down.

“Hello, sir, we got a call about a possible domestic situation going on,” the officer said.

Pain stepped to the side and let the cop into the house. The cop and Murder locked eyes on each other. Murder knew the cop as one who was not on his payroll. Being that he wasn’t in the wrong at the moment, he just didn’t give a fuck.

“Mr. Jackson, funny seeing you here,” the officer said.

“Why you not laughing since shit is so damn funny?” Murder asked.

“Do you know what happened here?” the officer asked.

“Nope, I’m late to the party, just not as late as you,” Murder said.