She didn’t know what she’d find in the middle of the night in a place she didn’t belong. Cassie slipped through the alley door into the juke joint and stood awhile to get her bearings. The place had changed since she’d last been there, after Alice’s death. She made her way toward the sound of a trumpet, then hovered in the shadows of a packed, smoky room. Onstage, the Saint was playing such seductive blues it would have been easy to slip into a chair and forget everything except the beauty of his music. “Miss Cassie?” Tiny Jim walked out of a shadow and stood before her, his bulk blocking her view of the stage, his forehead wrinkled with worry. “You ain’t got no bidness here. Let me escort you to yo car.” “I need to talk to the Saint,” Cassie said. “Please.” “He ain’t hurtin’ nobody, Miss Cassie. He’s jus’ tryin’ to get back on his feet.” “I just need to talk.
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