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“You believe her?”

I had to really think about his question. I didn’t have a reason to believe that Ms. Gia would lie to me, but considering the circumstances, that was her damn son, and a mother’s job was to protect their children.

“Nah, I don’t know if I believe she ain’t heard from him.”

“Then there you go.”

I knew what he was getting at before he said anything else. I had to go back to the source and shake the tree up a bit. Three weeks had passed, and I knew this nigga was in panic mode; ain’t no way he didn’t reach out to his mother at least once.

“I’ll go see her.”

“Aight.”

There was a dead silence for a little moment before I opened my mouth. I hesitated before asking.

“How therapy go?”

A pause came from the other end.

“Good.”

Him damn near grunting the response made me smile.

“You sound happy as hell about it,” I joked.

“Man, fuck you. I’m making progress.”

There was something different in his voice when he said it. He still sounded irritated by the whole situation, but there was pride underneath it, whether he wanted anybody to hear it or not.

“That’s what’s up.”

“Yeah.”

“Tell Ms. Eternity I said what’s up.”

“I will. Keep me posted.”

“I got you.”

When he ended the call, I slid my phone back into my pocket and looked at Sha. I pushed away from the car I’d been leaning against.

“I’m finna go see Ms. Gia.”

Sha’s eyes shifted toward me. “

For what?” he asked.

“To talk to her.”

“You want me to ride?”

The devious facial expression he wore made me decline the offer immediately.

“Nah.”

I knew what his offer really meant. Sha wasn’t coming to sit on Ms. Gia’s couch and have a friendly conversation. He probably would toss her ass in the trunk and ride around with her for a bit until she gave something up. I didn’t need that for her because, despite everything, she had done a lot for me in life. Ghost fucked up, and he needed to be found. I needed a location, and I knew she had something. This needed to come from me. I didn’t need a damn killer showing up to her house making her say shit.

“Aight, suit yourself,” he said as he threw his hands up.