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tell me?”
    My voice softens too. “I thought you knew.”
    “I’m sorry, Zo.” He brushes his hand along my jawline. His tender touch sets me on fire. I feel myself flushing with tingles all over. Wondering if Pops notices, I glance his way. His brows are furrowed, his lips pressed together, and he’s rubbing a thumb across his dimpled chin. I know that expression. I’ve seen it a zillion times before. He’s onto something.
    “Pops, what are you thinking?”
    He lowers his hand, but his brows remain knitted. “If Scott Turner is lying, that changes everything.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Babycakes, tell me again the conversation you overheard. Word for word.”
    Thanks to my eidetic memory, I recite it as if I’ve just heard it, making use of my acting skills to imitate their voices. “The man who shot Mama shouted, ‘You fucked up once. Don’t do it again.’ And then Scott nervously replied, ‘Okay, okay, I’ll take care of it.’”
    Almost instantly, I gasp and clasp my hand to my mouth. I construe their exchange in a whole new way. “Pops, do you think they were referring to Brandon’s hit and run?”
    Pops looks at me with intensity. “Possibly. The two of them may have something to do with it. I have a hunch someone’s trying to knock off Brandon. And there could be a connection between the accident and your mother’s murder.”
    Brandon and I both quietly digest Pops’s words. Brandon breaks the silence. “Detective, what’s the next step?”
    “I want Zoey to come into headquarters tomorrow and talk to our sketch artist. We need to find out who this man is.”
    “I’ll bring her. I don’t want her driving yet, especially downtown.”
    Pops smiles warmly. “Thanks. Afterward, I’m going to talk to Scott. Check out his cell phone as well as his alibi and do some digging. Maybe we can dredge up something that ties everything together. Maybe there’s even a connection to Kremins.”
    “Kremins?” asks Brandon, puzzled.
    Pops fills Brandon in. Conrad Kremins was the man who was shot along with Mama. What Pops learned in the investigation of their murders was that he was a sleazy sex club operator who had a lot of enemies and was in major debt. My mother’s bullet was probably meant for him.
    A pang of sadness assaults me at the thought of her senseless murder before giving way to a burst of optimism and excitement. Pops is going to find the evil man who did this to her! And uncover the cruel person who ran Brandon over and left him for dead. I just know it.
    Setting my soda down, I leap up from the couch and give my father another big hug. “Oh, Pops, you’re the best!”
    He laughs his hearty laugh. “We’re going to solve this mystery once and for all.” He turns to Brandon and, with a wink, does his best Kurt Kussler imitation: “Get it. Got it?…”
    “Good,” chimes in Brandon, smiling brightly. He really seems to like my dad.
    “One last thing. Brandon, do you have a bodyguard?”
    Brandon screws up his face. “No way. I’m an action hero. I can take care of myself. And I don’t like people following me around.”
    Pops twists his mouth. “I seriously think you should have one. Your life may be in jeopardy.”
    Brandon polishes off his beer. “I’ll think about it.”
    Knowing my headstrong boss, I doubt he’ll acquiesce. Despite the megastar he is, he’s never traveled with an entourage except on very special occasions like award shows.
    Pops presses his lips thin. My perceptive father already knows it’s futile. “Well then, until you decide, I’m going to set up twenty-four hour police surveillance outside your house. I can’t have my daughter in danger either.”
    Brandon twitches a half-smile. “That’s a good idea.” He pauses, casting his eyes my way. “And I’m going to make sure nothing happens to her. Zoey means a lot to me.”
    At his unexpected words, I feel myself flushing and once again try to process what he just said.
    “I appreciate