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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
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  70. Epilogue
  71. Also by Mary Kay Andrews
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“That’s the other thing I need to discuss with you. First off, we’ve discovered a lot of new information, including the fact that Jazmin should have been off work at the time she was killed.” She paused, as she considered how to put a good face on Ben Fentress’s betrayal of their client and his employers.

“We also just learned this weekend that one of my colleagues at the law firm knew that Neesa and Herman Byars staged it to look like Jazmin was working that late shift, when in reality, she was already dead,” Drue said. “He went to the hotel’s insurance company and demanded a payoff to keep quiet about it.”

“That dirty, dirty dog,” Yvonne said indignantly. “I hope your daddy fired that bad man.”

“He did. And Ben’s in jail. I don’t think he’ll be getting out any time soon,” Drue said.

“Now that we know that Jazmin had finished her shift when she was murdered, we can pursue a third-party wrongful death claim against the hotel. So, I need to ask you, first, if you’d like us to continue to represent you. And I also have to warn you that the process is going to take time. It’s a whole lot more likely to get a bigger settlement for you, but it won’t happen overnight.”

“Did your daddy send you over here to talk to me today?” Yvonne asked.

“No, ma’am,” Drue said. “I just wanted you to hear the facts from me, instead of from the television or newspaper.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Yvonne said, her lips pursed. “To tell you the truth, Miss Drue, I’m not sure I trust your daddy no more. I did, but then look how he did me. My sister said that man is too pretty to be real. She says get you an ugly lawyer.”

Drue laughed, thinking about her father’s morning camera-ready makeup session. “To tell you the truth, I felt the same way about my dad when I first went to work for him. But I’ve come around now.”

“And what changed your mind?” Yvonne asked.

“I realized I was judging him by what kind of a father he was to me, which probably isn’t really fair. He’d be the first to tell you, now, that he was a lousy father. He’s not perfect, but he’s not a crook. He really cares about clients like you, and he wants to win for them,” Drue said.

Yvonne gave her a world-weary side-eye. “You ever meet a perfect man?”

“Nope,” Drue said. “There are a lot of dogs out there, and I think I’ve known or dated most of them. But there’s this guy I know. Let’s just say, I think he might have potential.”

“Can’t ask for more than that,” Yvonne said.

“Grandmama?” Aliyah stood in the doorway.