Everybody wore white. Somebody wore guilt. Everybody wore white to Calvin Moss's Miami memorial. In Julian Vega's family, that means somebody's still watching. By morning, a man is floating in the Miami River behind Blanco, still dressed for the funeral. Renata came home to Hialeah swearing she'd stay out of it, but she's the only one who knows where the money went. Odessa flies the cash nobody talks about, and the man she can't stop thinking about knows exactly what's in her crew bag. Roya is thirty days from opening the restaurant she hid from her parents, and her silent partner just died. Zoe will do anything to protect her brother, including lie to a detective. And Naomi, the woman with the soft life, just became a widow with a second phone to explain. Back in Atlanta, Ray's empire is up for grabs. There's a price on one man's head, and it keeps going up. Every crew that ever ate off Ray's plate is coming south. Five women. One river. And everybody's lying. Steamy, messy and full of gasps, Everybody Wore White picks up after Death Ain't a Receipt and takes the Versions of HER Series to Miami, where the parties are hotter, the secrets run deeper, and death still ain't a receipt. For mature readers: strong language, adult relationships and violence.