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Nyla's POV:

"Is he ready?" I ask Phoenix as we both stare through the glass out to a man, one of them that Amelia confirmed. "Yes, he knows why he's here but he was aggressive and you know how those go but he's ready when you are. I'll be here watching and listening. I'll take notes and all." He gives me a pat on the back and I take a deep breath before walking in.

"I didn't kill anyone!" He yells the second I step in. He keeps rattling the handcuffs but I'm sure he knows it won't do anything at all. "I didn't say you did." I keep my voice calm taking my seat at the other side of the table. "Then why am I here?" He slaps his hands on table, "Why do you think you're here?" I wipe my face with my hands leaning back in the chair.

"I don't fucking know why I'm here!" He yells again, why can't men just answer what they get asked, is that so hard to do. "Okay do any of these women look familiar to you?" I lay out four pictures, three of the murdered escorts and Amelia. I hate seeing her picture on the table. "Nah" He looks at me but all I do is point at them again.

"What?" He looks at me like I'm the dumb one but I just point again this time sitting up straight. "Look at them again please." I tell him and he rolls his eyes but eventually looks back this time taking longer than he did before. His fingers tap against the table mimicking the second hand on a clock.

"I know her, she used to swing around my tattoo shop." He points at the center photo, "Anyone else?" I ask and then he points at Amelia, I restrain myself from looking over at the glass where I know Phoenix is standing. "How do you know her?" I ask removing the photos from the table.

"She's my brother's ex. He dumped her I'm not surprised you know. She's one of those sex service type people and he didn't like that. Can you blame him? Imagine your partner selling their body and letting others touch you like that. I'm surprised they lasted that long cause I know he was just tryna get his grubby hands on some cash." He continues talking, I don't bother stopping him the more I get out the closer we can get.

I need him to slip up. "Like our family ain't poor I make a good income we really do but man I'd rather have her as a sister than him as a brother. He'd always blame his brothers including me for whatever fight he got into. We never touched his ass, mama would've had our heads if we touched our baby brother like that. But she'd believe him every time." He scoffs leaning back in the chair. "Did they argue?" I ask hoping he keeps going.

"Argue? Nah they fought, I remember one night he invited us over to smoke and shit then she came home late and I know she hates cigarettes, I hate em too. She was gonna say something about the smell but he jumped from the couch and started yelling at her." I sat still, silent, I couldn't imagine this, happening to her.

"He was so angry that she went on another request, a birthday part you know one of those fake relationship stuff. His face was red, his hands in fists, I don't think I've seen him ever that angry but his blood was boiling. We had to step in when he threw something that almost hit her head. That was the first time I ever punched him. Knocked him out cold." He rubs his face.

"She ran out of the apartment that night and I wanted to go after her but I just punched my little brother. I think that was the first time I ever laid my hand on someone that hard, I'm not a fighter. But I know us boys didn't raise him like that and mama would've had a heart attack if she knew what he did." He swallows hard and I allow myself to breathe.

"Was jealousy the main factor in their fights?" I ask and he nods with a sniff. "Yeah I guess that and he was probably- I don't know. He didn't like people touching his girl so when she won't listen what else are you gonna do." He let's out a chuckle and an unsettling feeling pits in my stomach.