The gnawing worry that her husband had something to do with the supermarket robbery lingered with Mavis. "Whom do you suspect, Phil?" she asked cautio...sly."Absolutely nobody at this time," he frowned. "It was a real, professional job!" That didn't make Mavis feel any better; her husband, because of his background in insurance investigation, could qualify as an expert in such a venture."I wouldn't want any of the money," she said timidly."You wouldn't want part of about four-hundred grand?" Phil. ’ Scarlett sipped her Pepsi as she thought about her project, her face scrunching with frustration. ‘You know you shouldn’t tear yourself up so much. You can’t do everything all the time, you have to let it come to you. Stop pushing yourself, have some fun, go out.’ Ruby urged, knowing that Scarlett was going to work herself into the ground. ‘You know that I can’t do that. This project is the most important thing right now. Finding who killed you is the most important thing to me. When that. The white guy smiled back. Dennis held up his cell phone and pointed at the other driver. The other driver held up his pointer finger. The white guy ended the conversation he was having and then shouted, “Want me to call you?”“Yeah! Take my number,” yelled Dennis.“Okay! What is it?”“Eight one three. Five five five. Six seven zero one.”Instantly Dennis’ phone rang.“Hello,” the copper-skinned man answered.“It’s me in the red car next to you,” shared the caller.“Oh okay. That’s what’s up. How you. FJ looked down. "Yeah, well, dad's always got Mara. I never do. Or Monica neither" he pointed to the other end of the room where his seventeen year old sister and his ten year old brother Joey were sitting on the floor."You have had Monica before," said Susan severely."Yeah, but not for a long time, and both dad and Joey have had Mara, I never have."You know exactly why you can't have Mara..." But why not Monica? She's big enough?"Susan sighed. "Because you're too rough." Well that's 'cos you.