Page 31 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

“What?” I asked, not looking up from the reports.

“You’re gonna want to see this.”

I leaned back in my chair. The metal creaked.

Keyshaun walked over and dropped the envelope on my desk.

I opened it.

Photos spilled out. Eight of them. All surveillance shots, grainy but clear enough.

The first one showed Amai’s car—that black luxury sedan he drove when he wasn’t trying to intimidate anyone—parked outside a shotgun house in the Seventh Ward.

The second showed him getting out of the driver’s side.

The third showed him walking around to the passenger side and opening the door.

The fourth?—

I stopped.

Stared.

A woman was getting out of the car. Brown-skinned, curvy, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Nothing flashy. Nothing that screamed money or power or the kind of women he usually kept around.

The fifth photo showed him walking her to the front door of the shotgun house, his hand on the small of her back.

The sixth showed them standing on the porch, talking.

The seventh showed him leaving.

The eighth showed the woman standing in the doorway, watching him drive away.

I picked up the photo of her face and studied it.

She was pretty. Not model-pretty, not the kind of pretty that turned heads in a club. Just… real. The kind of woman you’d see at the grocery store or the bus stop and not think twice about.

“Who is she?” I asked.

Keyshaun pulled out a small notebook and flipped it open.

“Truth Renois. Twenty-seven. Works at Magnolia Gardens nursing home. Lives in that house with her mother, Delphine Renois. Divorced months ago. She’s broke.”

I set the photo down.

Looked at the others again.

Amai didn’t go to the Seventh Ward. He didn’t park outside raggedy houses. He didn’t walk women to their doors like some kind of gentleman caller.

And he sure as hell didn’t spend time with broke nursing home workers.

“Why is he with her?” I asked, more to myself than to Keyshaun

Keyshaun shrugged. “Don’t know yet. But it’s been going on for a few weeks. Our guy spotted him there three times in the past ten days. Always during the day. Always alone.”

I picked up the photo of Truth Renois again.

Studied her face.