Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
“Are you listening to me? The bitch is back. She waltzed back in here like nothing had ever happened!” The words rushed out.
“And Victor flew her to Richmond in a chopper. The bastard took a freaking bullet for her and then just flew out of here.” A quick expulsion of air.
“The sheriff and his deputies are searching the estate now. Bullets were fired into the study. They almost hit her. One did hit Victor.” Grazed him. Hadn’t slowed down the bastard at all.
“The shooter is long gone.”
So confident. And…
No surprise. There was zero surprise or reaction to all the news. “You already know all of this.” Well, hell.
“The shooter was mine. Extra eyes that I wanted on the estate.”
Why would extra eyes need to be on the estate? “Why?” Then, almost fearful, “Don’t you trust me?”
“I trust you completely. It’s the assholes around you who are problems.” A pause. “You trust me, too, don’t you?”
Maybe.
“My watcher reported when she arrived. I told him to take her out before she caused trouble.”
“Well, your watcher missed her. Whoever he was, he’s a colossal screwup.
I’d get rid of him.” Because now, evidence could be left behind.
Maybe evidence that was currently hidden by the snow, but snow always melted.
“They found a smashed-up truck not far from the estate. I was…worried.” I thought that maybe you’d been out there.
That you’d come to the estate. Seen her, freaked the hell out, and taken that shot yourself.
“You don’t need to worry.”
Bullshit. “Her coming back is a major problem. It’s going to wreck us.”
Silence. Then, “If she knew who I was, wouldn’t I have been locked away long ago?”
Yes, yes. Okay. Breathe. “What are we supposed to do now?”
“Not we. Me. I started this. I’ll finish it.”
Don’t ask. Don’t ask. You don’t want the gory details. Don’t… “How are you going to finish it?”
“This time, I’ll personally make sure that Melody Mage is dead. Not comatose in some hospital. Dead. That good enough for you?”
“Yes. Yes, that’s good enough. Just…don’t tell me what you do.
I don’t want to hear about knives or pain or blood or—just do it, would you?
Fast. Victor took her back to town. She’s there.
Get rid of her. You and whatever watcher-slash-goon you have who missed the damn shot before—just get rid of her.
Permanently this time, okay? No loose ends.
” Though that was not going to be easy. “Victor is going to stay close to her. He will be a problem.” He was always a problem.
Silence. “Maybe I’ll get rid of them both.”
A quick and eager nod. That plan had serious potential. “Do it.”