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In this adventure thriller, Connections, Sandy and her best friend found missing relatives, spied on cheating spouses and caught a few bail jumpers. This private investigator never imagined the bad guys would chase her. Running for her life, Sandy Herrick discovered that God was the only one with her who wasn’t talking smack, trying to kill her or get into her pants. As she and her friends try to figure out who framed them, they all discover that there was more to each other than they thought they knew. As evil forces closed in on them, they have to determine who they trust and what they believe about each other. Would this be enough to save them?
Back in the hood, Sandy drove up and parked on Morrison Street. She parked in front of a payday loan store, on Main Street in her hood. There were corner stores and other small businesses, but there were also abandoned buildings and vacant lots. The recession took its toll. She looked for the one person who could help her business grow.
Sandy knew that there were a few folks who helped her get new cases. Chewy Dias was one of them. Sandy got out of her car and walked over to a tall thin African-American man in a pair of freshly pressed jeans, a Dallas Cowboy jersey with number nine on it and a light jacket, Chewy Dias. He stood next to a very large African-American woman in her late thirties, Doretha Sims. She had on a cloth coat and a tattered red scarf.
“What you got Chewy?” Sandy called out to him.
“This is Doretha Sims,” he said pointing at each one with the Monster in his hand. “She is looking for her brother.”
“What’s your brother do?” Sandy asked
“DD, this is Sandy, the one I told you about.”
“Nothing. He ain’t done nothing his whole life,” Doretha said concerned. “But he owed some folk some money. I think something bad has happened to him.”
“I can look into it for you, but it will cost you five hundred dollars to find him.”
“If you want him, it will be five hundred.”
“Well, okay,” Doretha said.
“I need my money up front,” Sandy said.
“Up front? What if you don’t find him?”
“I’ll find him.”
And if you don’t find him.”
“If I don’t find him, I will give you a partial refund.”
“Time and gas you don’t get back.”
That was the problem of working with poor people; they didn’t understand the value of someone else’s time and effort, Sandy thought.