The Versace League by Shan Page B

but when he tried being nice, she didn’t get it.
                  “Just tell her thank you for stepping in when she did. There was no evidence of your messages or calls on the records by time they were pulled,” Katrina told Yamin.
                  “Cool. Talk to you later.”
                  “Can we finish this discussion later?” Katrina asked desperately.
                  “Yea. I’ll hit you up,” Yamin answered as he took a seat at the computer.
    He waited until they left the office and then placed his hand over the mouse and kept his attention on the screen directly in front of him. There were several windows already opened and he clicked on the one that was connected to the internet curious to know just what Cortez had been searching before he died.
    There was a blown up picture of Patrice and next to it-suddenly the session refreshed and a message stating that the session had timed out displayed across the screen. He scrolled over to click on the log in link hoping that Cortez would have his password automatically saved, but he didn’t.
    .               Yamin sighed. He could have sworn that it was a mug shot of Patrice, but he wasn’t too sure. He clicked on the next opened window and saw that it was Lexis Nexis site, a place that was used to check backgrounds. His face wrinkled in confusion as he wondered if he had been searching this site for Patrice as well.
                  After an hour of going through Cortez’s computer, Yamin didn’t find any usable information; just that he’d been heavily prying into his girlfriend’s life. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for Cortez, he’d done it to many others before, but he’d never wound up dead behind it.
                  Did this bitch have my brother killed and she just sending me messages to throw me off? Yamin wondered.
    He stood up from the chair and stretched his arms out ultimately dropping his phone to the floor. He got down on his knees to retrieve his phone when he noticed some papers clipped together that had seemingly fallen behind the desk. He reached for the papers and saw that it was a thick wad of store receipts that had been stapled to a stack of bank statements. He glanced over some of the receipts, but didn’t become alarmed until he looked at the bank statement. It was a Bank of America account that was in Cortez’s name and the balance was only $55.62.
                  “What the fuck?” Yamin was puzzled and even more so when he scanned over the statement and saw several large withdrawals that had been done over a two-week period just before Cortez was killed. He immediately thought back to the last night he was chilling with Aasir and Cortez, the night that picture had been taken.
                  Yamin brought up Katrina’s name in his call log and pressed down on it and placed his ear to the phone waiting for her to pick up.
                  “Hey,” she quickly answered. “Did you find what you were looking for?”
                  “Nah, I’m a just call the lawyer in the morning. Maybe he already has everything,” Yamin cleared his throat, “Look I need you look into Patrice. Cortez complained a few months ago that she had been stealing money from his account and even after he confronted her she was still doing it. When I looked on his computer, I saw what I think was a mug shot. He suspected that bitch of something and I pray to God that hoe didn’t kill my brother behind no fuckin’ money.”
                  “Oh wow, yea. I have to be at work at 6 in the morning. I’ll go in a little earlier and get right on it. Do you think she would do that? And take Ashley?” Katrina asked in disbelief.
                  “I don’t know, but I need to find out. What do you need from me?”
                  “What’s her last